I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

Trust Emmett To Find The Joke In The Destruction Of My Life.

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

I Was Stronger Than Edward. I'd Made Him Say Ow.

She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.