Forbidden To Remember, Terrified To Forget; It

Here's To Responsibility," He Toasted. "twice A Week." "and Recklessness Every Day In Between," I Emphasized. He Grinned And Touched His Can To Mine.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As If There Had Never Been A Wound In The First Place

It Was The First Time I'd Ever Felt Truly Jealous Of Anyone Else In My Entire Life.

No One Could Be Still Like Edward.