Life seemed dark enough at the moment chat I let myself cheat. The hole — holes now — were already aching, so why not? I pulled out the memory — nor a real memory that would hurt too much, but the false memory of Edward’s voice in my mind this afternoon — and played it over and over in my head until I fell asleep with the tears still streaming calmly down my empty face.

Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 11, p.276