I Glanced, Wide Eyed, From Edward's Grimace

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.

I Had Never Given Much Thought To How I Would Die, But Dying In The Place Of Someone I Love Doesn't Seem Like Such A Bad Way To Go.

Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

Sometimes It Was So Easy To Forget That I Was Kissing A Vampire.