I’d Noticed That His Eyes Were Black

Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

Fall Down Again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I Punched A Werewolf In The Face.

I Feel Like Reading Really Defined Me As A Writer Because I Lived My Life Outside Of My Own Body For So Much Of My Life And I Loved It. I've Always Been A Reader. I Think Living All Those Stories Served Me To Naturally Take That Next Step To Creating.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

I Was In Disbelief That I’d Just Explained My Dreary Life To This Bizarre, Beautiful Boy Who May Or May Not Despise Me. Bella Swan