Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

Perhaps Without The Lows, The Highs Could Not Be Reached.

Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers

By The Way, I Love You.” “that’s Why We're Here.

And Then, As The Room Went Black, I Was Suddenly Hyperaware That Edward Was Sitting Less Than An Inch From Me. I Was Stunned By The Unexpected Electricity That Flowed Through Me, Amazed That It Was Possible To Be More Aware Of Him Than I Already Was. A Crazy Impulse To Reach Over And Touch Him, To Stroke His Perfect Face Just Once In The Darkness, Nearly Overwhelmed Me. I Crossed My Arms Tightly Across My Chest, My Hands Balling Into Fists. I Was Losing My Mind.