You Dont Know How Hard It Was

Edward Helped, Making Faces Every So Often At The Raw Ingredients-human Food Was Mildly Repulsive To Him.

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

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.