Eight full lives, I whispered against his jaw, my voice breaking. Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for, anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now? Why you? You’re not of my species. How can you be my partner?It’s a strange universe, he murmured.It’s not fair, I complained, echoing Sunny’s words. It wasn’t fair. How could I find this, find love–now, in this eleventh hour–and have to leave it? Was it fair that my soul and body couldn’t reconcile? Was it fair that I had to love Melanie, too?
― Stephenie Meyer,
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