Love Is Simply Where It Is.

No Mistakes, I'd Promised Myself That I Would Make No Mistakes, No Matter How Minimal They Seemed. If I Held Her Hand, I Would Only Want More - Another Insignificant Touch, Another Move Closer To Her. I Could Feel That. A New Kind Of Desire Was Growing In Me, Working To Override My Self-control. No Mistakes.

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.

Thats The Beautiful Thing About Being Human: Things Change.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.