Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave Its Mark - On Both Of You.

Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly, Lurching On My Feet. "maybe I'll Get Hit By A Truck On My Way Back.

You Aren't Exactly The Best Judge Of What Is Or Isn't Dangerous.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

It Was Very Relaxing To Be Away From Civilization, And This Bothered Me. I Should Not Have Found The Loneliness So Welcoming.