Without The Existence Of The Opposite, The

He Thinks Things Through Too Much.

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.

And I Started To Cry Again, Realizing That It Must Be Changing Him, Too, This Man Who Was Kind Enough To Be A Soul But Strong As Only A Human Could Be.

Darkness Is So Predictable.

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.