When I Was 8, I Was Reading

I Tried, After I Wrote 'twilight,' To Read 'the Historian,' Because It Was The Big Thing That Summer. But I Can't Read Other People's Vampires. If It's Too Close, I Get Upset; If It's Too Far Away, I Get Upset. It Just Makes Me Very Neurotic.

I Didn’t Realize I Was Crying Until It Was Time To Say The Blinding Words. ‘i Do,’ I Managed To Choke Out In A Nearly Unintelligible Whisper... When It Was His Turn To Speak, The Words Rang Clear And Victorious. ‘i Do,’ He Vowed.

What Choice Have I? I Cannot Live Without You, But I Will Not Destroy Your Soul." -edward Cullen

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.