If There Was A Jane Austen Camp,

But I Love You, “ He Whispered. “doesn't That Matter?” “of Course It Matters. So Much. Can't You See? That Only Makes It More… Necessary.” His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It? I Can Keep My Mouth Shut, Wanda. I Won't Say It Again. You Can Be With Jared, If That's What You Want. Just Stay.

He Was Trying To Be Everywhere At Once," The Redhead Told The Human. "trying To Make Sure Alice Had Nothing To Do, Actually." He Shook His Head As He Looked At The Tiny Blackhaired Girl. "alice Doesn‘t Need Anyone‘s Help." The Vampire Named Alice Shot A Glare At Jasper. "overprotective Fool," She Said In Her Clear Soprano Voice. Jasper Met Her Stare With A Half Smile, Seeming To Forget For A Second That I Existed.

Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The One That's In Plain Sight.

Maybe It's Because I'm A Little Naive, But I Do Like To Think That There Aren't Really Very Many Truly Bad People In The World. I Think That Everybody Has Their Reasons For What They Do, And If You Really Look Through Their Eyes, You Could Probably Understand Them.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.