Edward Stretched Out His Arm, His Hand

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

Don't Be A Baby About This. No Tantrums.

Dear Jacob, I Win. Sincerely, Edward

Bella." He Strocked My Face Anxiously. "i'm Not Going Anywhere. I'll Be Right Here As Long As You Need Me." "do You Swear You Won't Leave Me?" I Whispered. I Tried To Control The Gasping, At Least. My Ribs Were Throbbing. He Put His Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Brought His Face Close To Mine. His Eyes Were Wide And Serious. "i Swear.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.