You're My Life Now And I Will

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

All The Lines That Held Me To My Life Were Sliced Apart In Swift Cuts, Like Clipping The Strings Of A Bunch Of Balloons. Everything That Made Me Who I Was - My Love For The Dead Girl Upstairs, My Love For My Father, My Loyalty To My New Pack, The Love For My Other Brothers, My Hatred For My Enemies, My Home, My Name, My Self - Disconnected From Me In That Second - Snip, Snip, Snip - And Floated Up Into Space.

I Tried To Concentrate On The Angel's Voice Instead. "bella, Please! Bella, Listen To Me, Please, Please, Please, Bella, Please!" He Begged. Yes, I Wanted To Say. Anything. But I Couldn't Find My Lips. "carlisle!" The Angel Called, Agony In His Perfect Voice. "bella, Bella, No, Oh Please, No, No!" And The Angel Was Sobbing Tearless, Broken Sobs. The Angel Shouldn't Weep, It Was Wrong. I Tried To Find Him, To Tell Him Everything Was Fine, But The Water Was So Deep, It Was Pressing On Me, And I Couldn't Breathe.

It’s Awful. No Privacy, No Secrets. Everything You’re Ashamed Of, Laid Out For Everyone To See.

I'm Really Glad I Did Not Tattoo On My Body 'cause I Don't Want Them. So, Permanence Is A Very Scary Thing To Me, Along With Things That Don't Change At All.