The infamous "Breaking Dawn" birthing scene.

I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there. Just the lifeless rise of her chest in response. I kept pumping her heart, counting, while he worked manically over her, trying to put her back together. All the king's horses and all the king's men…

But there was nothing there, just me, just him.

Working over a corpse.

Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We couldn't put Bella together again.



This is my headcanon ending to Twilight. No imprinting pedophilia, no Perfect-Vampire-Bella, no nothing. Just Dead Bella, Edward and Jacob grieving and Forever Alone, and Renesmee the Anti-Christ about to take over the world, while the final lines allude to Humpty-Dumpty. It's ingenious. :D