Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its

Love Is Irrational, I Reminded Myself. The More You Loved Someone, The Less Sense Anything Made.

About Three Things I Was Absolutely Positive. First, Edward Was A Vampire. Second, There Was A Part Of Him - And I Didn’t Know How Potent That Part Might Be - That Thirsted For My Blood. And Third, I Was Unconditionally And Irrevocably In Love With Him.

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.

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.

You Are Safe Inside Your Mind. No One Can Reach You There.