I Do A Good Job Of Blocking

Her Existence Alone Was Excuse Enough To Justify The Creation Of The Entire World.

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

What's So Funny?" Bella Mumbled. "i Got Food In Her Hair," I Told Her, Chortling Again. "i'm Not Going To Forget This, Dog," Rosalie Hissed. "s'not So Hard To Erase A Blond's Memory," I Countered. "just Blow In Her Ear." Get Some New Jokes, "rosalie Snapped.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?