You Think I Regret Saving Your Life?

I Was Much More Upset By The Situation With Jacob Than By The Possibility Of Being Eaten By A Bear.

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

Here's To Responsibility, Twice A Week.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

Why Didn't I Just Walk Away? Oh Right, Because I'm A Idiot.