I Glanced, Wide Eyed, From Edward's Grimace

It's Twilight. It’s The Safest Time Of Day For Us. The Easiest Time. But Also The Saddest, In A Way...the End Of Another Day, The Return Of The Night. Darkness Is So Predictable, Don’t You Think?

My First Feeling Was That There Was No Way To Continue. Writing Isn't Like Math;in Math, Two Plus Two Always Equals Four No Matter What Your Mood Is Like. With Writing, The Way You Feel Changes Everything.

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

I Wondered How Long It Could Last. Maybe Someday, Years From Now.if The Pain Would Decrease To The Point Where I Could Bear It.i Would Be Able To Look Back On Those Few Short Months That Would Always Be The Best Of My Life.

The Way I Feel About You Will Never Change. Of Course I Love You—and There's Nothing You Can Do About It!” “that's All I Needed To Hear.