Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

I Will Always Tell You The Truth.

Well, I'm So Sorry That I Can't Be The Right Kind Of Monster For You, Bella.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

No Point In Ignoring The Truth. Doesn't Make It Worse To Have It Said Out Loud.