"what Are You Thinking?" He Asked Curiously.

I Felt Like I Was Trapped In One Of Those Terrifying Nightmares, The One Where You Have To Run, Run Till Your Lungs Burst, But You Can't Make Your Body Move Fast Enough... But This Was No Dream, And, Unlike The Nightmare, I Wasn't Running For My Life: I Was Racing To Save Something Infinitely More Precious. My Own Life Meant Little To Me Today.

He's Like A Drug For You, Bella." His Voice Was Still Gentle, Not At All Critical. "i See That You Can't Live Without Him Now. It's Too Late. But I Would Have Been Healthier For You. Not A Drug; I Would Have Been The Air, The Sun." The Corner Of My Mouth Turned Up In A Wistful Half-smile. "i Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

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.

And Then We Continued Blissfully Into This Small But Perfect Piece Of Our Forever.

Look After My Heart - I've Left It With You.