Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

I Can Do This, I Lied To Myself Feebly. No One Was Going To Bite Me.

Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish Irresponsible Fool!

And Then, As The Room Went Black, I Was Suddenly Hyperaware That Edward Was Sitting Less Than An Inch From Me. I Was Stunned By The Unexpected Electricity That Flowed Through Me, Amazed That It Was Possible To Be More Aware Of Him Than I Already Was. A Crazy Impulse To Reach Over And Touch Him, To Stroke His Perfect Face Just Once In The Darkness, Nearly Overwhelmed Me. I Crossed My Arms Tightly Across My Chest, My Hands Balling Into Fists. I Was Losing My Mind.

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.

Without The Existence Of The Opposite, The Concept Has No Meaning.