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I Didn’t Want To Kill Girls… Even Vampire Girls. Though I Might Make An Exception For That Blonde.

There Was A Different Ending To New Moon Originally. It Was A Much Quieter Book. It Was Very Much All In Bellas Head.

For A Second I Was Just A Kid – A Kid Who Had Lived All Of His Life In The Same Tiny Town. Just A Child. Because I Knew I Would Have To Live A Lot More, Suffer A Lot More, To Ever Understand The Searing Agony In Edward’s Eyes.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

Inspiration In Desperation.