I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer,

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Myself Closer To Him Until My Lips Touched His.

But The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look. It's Like A Huge Hole Has Been Punched Through My Chest.

Thank You-for Her-for Everything." _edward Cullen

I Know You Think That I Have Some Kind Of Perfect, Unyielding Self-control, But That's Not Actually The Case. - Edward Cullen