“I always wanted to do this tribute to the actors at the end as a way to extend this feeling of saying goodbye and the sense of connecting it to where it came from.” - Bill Condon
He took my face between his hands and leaned his face to mine—slow enough to remind me to be careful. He kissed me, soft as a whisper at first, and then suddenly stronger, fiercer. I tried to remember to be gentle with him, but it was hard work to remember anything in the onslaught of sensation, hard to hold on to any coherent thoughts.
It was like he’d never kissed me—like this was our first kiss. And, in truth, he’d never kissed me this way before.
At the time, all I could think was, ‘Not her.’
“His skin literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn’t sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.”
❝‘We will be playing baseball.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Vampires like baseball?’ ‘It’s the American pastime,’ he said with mock solemnity.
