I Coveted You. I Had No Right

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

Eight Full Lives,” I Whispered Against His Jaw, My Voice Breaking. “eight Full Lives And I Never Found Anyone I Would Stay On A Planet For, Anyone I Would Follow When They Left. I Never Found A Partner. Why Now? Why You? You're Not Of My Species. How Can You Be My Partner?” “it's A Strange Universe,” He Murmured. “it's Not Fair,” I Complained, Echoing Sunny's Words. It Wasn't Fair. How Could I Find This, Find Love–now, In This Eleventh Hour–and Have To Leave It? Was It Fair That My Soul And Body Couldn't Reconcile? Was It Fair That I Had To Love Melanie, Too?

Edward Can Do Everything, Right?" I Explained. Jasper Snickered And Esme Gave Edward A Reproving Look. "i Hope You Haven't Been Showing Off-it's Rude," She Scolded. "just A Bit," He Laughed Freely. "he's Been Too Modest Actually," I Corrected. "well, Play For Her," Esme Encouraged. "you Just Said Showing Off Was Rude," He Objected. "there Are Exceptions To Every Rule," She Replied.

Out Of All The Things About Me That Could Frighten You, You Worry About My Driving.

I'm Just Here To Be Your Friend. Your Best Friend, One Last Time.