I Didn't Want The Life That Made

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

You Aren't Exactly The Best Judge Of What Is Or Isn't Dangerous.

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I’m Glad I Came. I Didn’t Think I Would Be. But It’s Good To See You… One More Time. Not As Sad As I’d Thought It Would Be.

Isabella Swan?” He Looked Up At Me Through His Impossibly Long Lashes, His Golden Eyes Soft But, Somehow, Still Scorching. “i Promise To Love You Forever—every Single Day Of Forever. Will You Marry Me?” There Were Many Things I Wanted To Say, Some Of Them Not Nice At All, And Others More Disgustingly Gooey And Romantic Than He Probably Dreamed I Was Capable Of. Rather Than Embarrass Myself With Either, I Whispered, “yes.” “thank You,” He Said Simply. He Took My Left Hand And Kissed Each Of My Fingertips Before He Kissed The Ring That Was Now Mine.