Over My Pile Of Ashes

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

I Tensed For The Spring, My Eyes Squinting As I Cringed Away, And The Sound Of Edward's Furious Roar Echoed Distantly In The Back Of My Head. His Name Burst Through All The Walls I'd Built To Contain It. Edward, Edward, Edward. I Was Going To Die. It Shouldn't Matter If I Thought Of Him Now. Edward, I Love You.

Oh You Do Smell Good.

Tonight The Sky Was Utterly Black. Perhaps There Was No Moon Tonight—a Lunar Eclipse, A New Moon. A New Moon. I Shivered, Though I Wasn't Cold.

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.