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It Won't Be The Same For Me," I Whispered, Half To Myself. "you Won't Let Me Be Like That. We'll Live In Antarctica." Edward Snorted, Breaking The Tension. "penguins. Lovely.

I Grew Up In A Community Where It Was Not The Exception To Be A Good Girl. It Was Sort Of Expected. And All Of My Friends Were Good Girls Too, And My Boyfriends Were Good Boys. Everybody Was Pretty Nice. And That Affects How I Write My Characters. There Aren't Very Many Bad Guys In My Novels.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

I Honestly Have No Idea How To Live Without You.

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.