You Are Safe Inside Your Mind. No

No Two Writers Go About Things In Exactly The Same Way (intro)

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.

It's Been Almost A Century That Edward's Been Alone. Now He's Found You. You Can't See The Changes We See, We Who Have Been With Him For So Long. Do You Think Any Of Us Want To Look Into His Eyes For The Next Hundred Years If He Loses You?

"aren't You Hungry?" He Asked, Distracted. "no." I Didn't Feel Like Mentioning That My Stomach Was Already Full - Of Butterflies.

I Can Hear Them On The Floor Below. They Will Find Me In Miuntes, Or Seconds. I Scrawl The Words On A Dirty Shred Of Newsprint. They Are Nearly Illegible, But If He Finds Them, He Will Understand: 'not Fast Enough. Love You Love Jamie. Don't Go Home' Not Only Do I Break Their Hearts, I Steal Their Refuge, Too. I Picture Our Little Canyon Abandoned, As It Must Be Forever Now. Or If Not Abandoned, A Tomb.