It's Like Pain, This Pleasure.

In Summary, She Did Jump Off A Cliff, But She Wasn't Trying To Kill Herself. Bella's All About The Extreme Sports These Days." I Flushed And Turned My Eyes Straight Ahead, Looking After The Dark Shadow That I Could No Longer See. I Could Imagine What He Was Hearing In Alice's Thoughts Now. Near-drowings, Stalking Vampires, Werewolf Friends . . . "hm," Edward Said Curtly, And The Casual Tone Of His Voice Was Gone.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

This Was Why I Was Here. This Was Why I Would Take Whatever Reception Waited For Me When I Got Back. Because, Underneath All The Anger And The Sarcasm, Jacob Was In Pain. Right Now, It Was Very Clear In His Eyes. I Didn't Know How To Help Him, But I Knew I Had To Try. It Was More Than That I Owed Him. It Was Because His Pain Hurt Me, Too. Jacob Had Become A Part Of Me, And There Was No Changing That Now.

Strange World Isn't It?