I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt So Much.

We're Lucky Esme Thought To Add An Extra Room. No One Was Planning For Ness-renesmee." I Frowned At Him, My Thoughts Channeled Down A Less Pleasant Path. "not You Too," I Complained. "sorry, Love. I Hear It In Their Thoughts All The Time, You Know. It's Rubbing Off On Me. I Sighed. My Baby, The Sea Serpent. Maybe There Was No Help For It. Well, I Wasn't Giving In.

The Part That Kills Me Is That You Already Know. I Already Told You Everything!

You’ve Never Been A Teenager, Sweetie. You Know What’s Best For You.