I Want To Be A Monster Too

But... When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave It's Mark - On Both Of You. I'm Not Sure Those Kinds Of Stitches Dissolve On Their Own. I Can't Blame Either Of You For Something I Made Necessary. I May Gain Forgiveness, But That Doesn't Let Me Escape The Consequences.

We're Lucky Esme Thought To Add An Extra Room. No One Was Planning For Ness-renesmee." I Frowned At Him, My Thoughts Channeled Down A Less Pleasant Path. "not You Too," I Complained. "sorry, Love. I Hear It In Their Thoughts All The Time, You Know. It's Rubbing Off On Me. I Sighed. My Baby, The Sea Serpent. Maybe There Was No Help For It. Well, I Wasn't Giving In.

I Love You," I Said In A Low, Intense Voice. "i Will Always Love You, No Matter What Happens Now.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

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