And Third, I Was Unconditionally And Irrevocably

That Actually Is One Of My Huge Challenges Right Now Because I Write Best At Night, No Question. I Can Focus. You Know You're Not Getting Any Phone Calls, I Can Shut Everything Down, And I'm Just More Creative At Night.

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.

I Couldn’t Get The Words Exactly Right; I Only Remembered Wishing That Jacob Were My Brother So That We Could Love Each Other Without Any Confusion Or Pain.

I’m Just Going To Do What I Want Now, And Let The Chips Fall Where They May.

No, I Had Never Intentionally Caused Anyone Physical Pain, But I Had Hurt Ian Deeply Enough Just By Hurting Myself. Human Lives Were So Impossibly Tangled. What A Mess.