No Measure Of Time With You Will

You Never Know How Much Time You'll Have.

You're Not The Center Of The Universe, You Know.

I Love You. You're My Only Reason To Stay Alive... If That's What I Am.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.

Ew. Someone Put The Dog Out, "rosalie Murmured Wrinkling Her Nose. Have You Herd This One, Psycho? How Do A Blond's Brain Cells Die?" She Didn't Say Anything. Well?" I Asked."do You Know The Punch Line Or Not?" She Looked Pointedly At The Tv And Ignored Me. Has She Heard It?" I Asked Edward. No." He Answered. Awesome. So You'll Enjoy This, Bloodsucker--a Blond's Brain Cells Die Alone.