No Two Writers Go About Things In

The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look.

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

He Didn't Ask What I Was Thinking, Which Was Out Of Character For Him. I Guessed That Meant That He Was Just As Nervous As I Suddenly Was.

I Didn’t Want To Kill Girls… Even Vampire Girls. Though I Might Make An Exception For That Blonde.

Jacob's Little Smirk Became A Full-blown Grin, And I Knew He Was Picturing Charlie Showing Up To Arrest Him. This Grin Was Too Bitter, Too Full Of Mocking To Satisfy Me. This Wasn't The Smile I'd Been Waiting To See.