Ser el tercero.

...Edwar told me once what it was like- your imprinting thing. He said it was like A Midsummer Nigth´s Dream, like magic.You´ll find who your´re rally looking for, Jacob, and maybe then all of this will make sense."

If she handn´t looked so fragile I would´ve been screaming.

As it was, I did growl at her.

"If you think that imprinting could ever make sense of this insanity..." I struggled for words. "Do you really think that just because I might someday imprint on some stranger it would make this rigth?" I jabbed a finger toward her swollen body. "Tell me what the point was then, Bella! What was the point of me loving you? Wat was the point of you lovin him? Wen you die"- The words were a snarl-" how is that ever right again? What´s the point to all the pain? Mine , yours, his! You´ll kill him, too, not that care about that." She flinched, but I kept going."So what was teh point of your twisted love story, in the end? If there is any sense, please show me, Bella, because I don´t see it."

She sighed. "I don´t know yet, Jake. But i just... feel.. that this is all going somewhere good, hard to see as its now. I guess you could call it faith."

Breaking Down,capitulo 10 Why didn´t i just wak away? oh right, because i´m an idiot, Stephanie Meyer.