What If I'm Not A Superhero. What

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

Amazing," Edward Muttered. "how Can Someone So Tiny Be So Annoying?" Alice Laughed. "it's A Talent.

Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Does It Bother You, Me Being Half Naked All The Time?

Inspiration In Desperation.