"He is like a drug to 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."