You Are So Bizarre, Even For A

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?

It Was A Strange Combination To Absorb - The Everyday Concerns Of The Town Doctor Stuck In The Middle Of A Discussion Of His Early Days In Seventeenth-century London.

My Name Is Jared Howe. I Haven't Spoken To Another Human Being In More Than Two Years, So I'm Sure I Must Seem...a Little Crazy To You.

I'm Really Glad Edward Didn't Kill You. Everything's So Much More Fun With You Around." — Emmett Cullen

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.