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

I Didn't Relate Well To People My Age. Maybe The Truth Was That I Didn't Relate Well To People, Period. Even My Mother, Who I Was Closer To Than Anyone Else On The Planet, Was Never In Harmony With Me, Never On Exactly The Same Page. Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

But I’ll Never See Anyone Else, Bella. I Only See You. Even When I Close My Eyes And Try To See Something Else. Ask Quil Or Embry. It Drives Them All Crazy

That Was The First Night I Dreamed Of Eward Cullen.