The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I

Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.

Your Hold On Me Is Permanent And Unbreakable. Never Doubt That

The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

You Scared Me For A Minute There. I Thought Newton Was Dragging Your Dead Body Off To Bury It In The Woods.

Before I Tell You My Story," Jasper Said. "you Must Understand That There Are Places In Our World, Bella, Where The Life Span Of The Never-aging Is Measured In Weeks, And Not Centuries.