I Belong Wherever I Want To Be.

Sometimes, Fact Mixed With Fiction So Thoroughly That, Though No Lies Were Told, It Was Hard To Remember What Was Strictly True.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb…" He Murmured. I Looked Away, Hiding My Eyes As I Thrilled To The Word. "what A Stupid Lamb," I Sighed. "what A Sick, Masochistic Lion.

Do I Dazzle You?" I Voiced My Curiosity Impulsively, And Then The Words Were Out, And It Was Too Late To Recall Them. But Before I Had Time To Too Deeply Regret Speaking The Words Aloud, She Answered "frequently." And Her Cheeks Took On A Faint Pink Glow. I Dazzled Her. My Silent Heart Swelled With A Hope More Intense Than I Could Ever Remember Having Felt Before.

It Felt Almost Rude To Ignore Toe Pretty White Bed, But We Just Weren’t Going To Make It That Far.

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.