Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt

What Is She To Me? Except A Menace — A Danger You’ve Chosen To Inflict On All Of Us.

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.

Now And Then I See Something In Her Eyes, And I Wonder If I’ve Ever Grasped How Much Pain She’s Really In.

Maybe It's Because I'm A Little Naive, But I Do Like To Think That There Aren't Really Very Many Truly Bad People In The World. I Think That Everybody Has Their Reasons For What They Do, And If You Really Look Through Their Eyes, You Could Probably Understand Them.

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby