What Choice Have I? I Cannot Live

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.

For Some Reason, My Temper Was Hardwired To My Tear Ducts. I Usually Cried When I Was Angry, A Humiliating Tendency.

And Then I Saw The Way He Looked At Her... Like He Was A Blind Man, Seeing The Sun For The Very First Time.

So It’s Still Standing?” He Managed To Get Out Between His Snickers. “i Would’ve Thought You Two Had Knocked It To Rubble By Now. What Were You Doing Last Night? Discussing The National Debt?” Emmett Howled With Laughter.

What's So Funny?" Bella Mumbled. "i Got Food In Her Hair," I Told Her, Chortling Again. "i'm Not Going To Forget This, Dog," Rosalie Hissed. "s'not So Hard To Erase A Blond's Memory," I Countered. "just Blow In Her Ear." Get Some New Jokes, "rosalie Snapped.