I Held You In My Hands, Wanderer,

It Won't Be The Same For Me," I Whispered, Half To Myself. "you Won't Let Me Be Like That. We'll Live In Antarctica." Edward Snorted, Breaking The Tension. "penguins. Lovely.

You Really Shouldn’t Do That To People," I Criticized. "it’s Hardly Fair." "do What?" "dazzle Them Like That – She’s Probably Hyperventilating In The Kitchen Right Now." He Seemed Confused. "oh Come On," I Said Dubiously. "you Have To Know The Effect You Have On People." He Tilted His Head To One Side, And His Eyes Were Curious. "i Dazzle People?" "you Haven’t Noticed? Do You Think Everybody Gets Their Way So Easily?" He Ignored My Questions. "do I Dazzle You?" "frequently," I Admitted.

What Am I Going To Do With You? Yesterday I Kiss You, And You Attack Me! Today You Pass Out On Me!

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.

I Think Ian Likes You Too Much