He Thinks Things Through Too Much.

We Did Not Hope For The Same Things, But We All Hoped.

That Was The First Night I Dreamed Of Eward Cullen.

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb…" He Murmured. I Looked Away, Hiding My Eyes As I Thrilled To The Word. "what A Stupid Lamb," I Sighed. "what A Sick, Masochistic Lion.

Odd As This Might Sound, I Suppose I’m Glad You’re Here, Jacob. [edward Cullen]