You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal

I Miss You When You’re Not There. When You’re Happy, It Makes Me Happy. But I Could Say The Same Thing About Charlie, Jacob. You’re Family. I Love You, But I’m Not In Love With You.

I Ached For The Difference Between Carlisle And Me - That He Could Touch Her So Gently, Without Fear, Knowing He Would Never Harm Her.

She Is Mine.' Edward’s Low Voice Was Suddenly Dark, Not As Composed As Before. 'i Didn’t Say I Would Fight Fair.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?