If He'd Done Something To Harm Her,

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.

It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What You Say. It's Not How You Look In That Body, But The Thing You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.

He Was A Different Edward Than The One I Had Known. And I Felt All The More Besotted By Him. It Would Cause Me Physical Pain To Be Separated From Him Now.

Edward Helped, Making Faces Every So Often At The Raw Ingredients-human Food Was Mildly Repulsive To Him.