“Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“You're like a drug to me...like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”

“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”

“He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun."The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.”

“He's like a drug for you, Bella.”

“It was depressing to realize that I wasn’t the heroine anymore, that my story was over.”