Real. Does That Make Me Imaginary?

Kiss Me, Jacob. Kiss Me, And Then Come Back.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

As Long As You Like Me The Best. And You Think I’m Good-looking—sort Of. I’m Prepared To Be Annoyingly Persistent.

And He Was My Friend. Not That He Wouldn't Kill Me If Things Turned Out That Way, But He Wouldn't Like Doing It. With Humans, What More Could You Ask For A Friend?

Trust Emmett To Find The Joke In The Destruction Of My Life.