I Don't Have Any Leeches On My

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

I Glanced, Wide Eyed, From Edward's Grimace To Jacob's Sneer.

Who Gives An Island As A Gift? I Frowned. I Hadn’t Realized Edward’s Extreme Generosity Was A Learned Behavior. Bella

I Do A Good Job Of Blocking Painful, Unnecessary Things From My Memory.