As If You Could Outrun Me.

No Mistakes, I'd Promised Myself That I Would Make No Mistakes, No Matter How Minimal They Seemed. If I Held Her Hand, I Would Only Want More - Another Insignificant Touch, Another Move Closer To Her. I Could Feel That. A New Kind Of Desire Was Growing In Me, Working To Override My Self-control. No Mistakes.

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

Jackson Rathbone Can Really Play The Guitar. Our Taste In Music Is Not Exactly The Same, But We Found Common Ground With Radiohead's Creep, With Which He Then Serenaded Me.

The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

Edward,' She Mumbled Softly. She Was Dreaming Of Me. Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To. 'stay,' She Sighed. 'don't Go. Please... Don't Go