I Will Always Tell You The Truth.

I Tensed For The Spring, My Eyes Squinting As I Cringed Away, And The Sound Of Edward's Furious Roar Echoed Distantly In The Back Of My Head. His Name Burst Through All The Walls I'd Built To Contain It. Edward, Edward, Edward. I Was Going To Die. It Shouldn't Matter If I Thought Of Him Now. Edward, I Love You.

It Was A Strange Combination To Absorb - The Everyday Concerns Of The Town Doctor Stuck In The Middle Of A Discussion Of His Early Days In Seventeenth-century London.

Jasper? What Do Vampires Do For Bachelor Parties? You're Not Taking Him To A Strip Club, Are You?

Stupid, Shiny Volvo Owner.

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.