When You Can’t Be With The One

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. I Felt The Smooth Wooden Floor Beneath My Knees, And Then The Palms Of My Hands, And Then It Was Pressed Against The Skin Of My Cheek. I Hoped That I Was Fainting, But, To My Disappointment, I Didn't Lose Consciousness. 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 Can Have Me The Way I Am — Bad Behavior Included — Or Not At All.

I Was Consumed By The Mystery Edward Presented. And More Than A Little Obsessed By Edward Himself. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I Wasn't As Eager To Escape Forks As I Should Be, As Any Normal, Sane Person Would Be.

But Never In The Four Hundred Years Now Since I Was Born, Have I Ever Seen Anything To Make Me Doubt Whether God Exists In Some Form Or The Other. Not Even The Reflection In The Mirror.

He Sparked On His Body That Reflect Like Mini Mirrors Of Diamond