This Place Was Truly The Highest And

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

So, Instead Of Panicking, I Closed My Eyes And Spent The Twenty Minutes' Drive With Edward. I Imagined That I Had Stayed At The Airport To Meet Edward. I Visualized How I Would Stand On My Toes, The Sooner To See His Face. How Quickly, How Gracefully He Would Move Through The Crowds Of People Separating Us. And Then I Would Run To Close Those Last Few Feet Between Us - Reckless As Always - And I Would Be In His Marble Arms, Finally Safe.

What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out For Someone With A Stronger Stomach. Someone Who Laughs At The Gore That Makes Weaker Men Vomit.

Now And Then I See Something In Her Eyes, And I Wonder If I’ve Ever Grasped How Much Pain She’s Really In.

Alice Was Scrutinizing My Boring Jeans-and-a-t-shirt Outfit In A Way That Made Me Self-conscious. Probably Plotting Another Makeover. I Sighed. My Indifferent Attitude To Fashion Was A Constant Thorn In Her Side. If I'd Allow It, She'd Love To Dress Me Everyday―perhaps Several Times A Day―like Some Oversized Three-dimensional Paper Doll.