I Felt Like I Was Staring Out

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It?

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 Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.