Interceded? You Threw Me To The Sharks!

Fall Down Again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I Punched A Werewolf In The Face.

Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The One That's In Plain Sight.

Fire And Ice, Somehow Existing Together Without Destroying Each Other. More Proof That I Belonged With Him.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

Her Scent Blazed In My Throat And I Was Glad. It Was A Pain That Meant She Was Alive. As Long As I Burned, She Was Safe.