It's Not What You Are. It's What

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

The Irresponsible Mother Helped Explain Bella's Maturity. She'd Had To Grow Up Early, To Become The Caretaker. That's Why She Didn't Like Being Cared For- She Felt It Was Her Job.

So Eager For Eternal Damnation.

The Smile Broke Across His Face The Way The Sunrise Set The Clouds On Fire.

Well, I'm So Sorry That I Can't Be The Right Kind Of Monster For You, Bella.