Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

It's Not What You Are. It's What You Do.

Are You Referring To The Fact That You Can't Walk Across A Flat, Stable Surface Without Finding Something To Trip Over?

In My Head, Carlisle’s Kind Eyes Did Not Judge Me. I Knew That He Would Forgive Me For This Horrible Act That I Would Do. Because He Loved Me. Because He Thought I Was Better Than I Was. And He Would Still Love Me, Even As I Now Proved Him Wrong.

His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So Unbearable To Have Me Love You? Is That It?

Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.