Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

Trust Emmett To Find The Joke In The Destruction Of My Life.

And Then We Continued Blissfully Into This Small But Perfect Piece Of Our Forever.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.

Repeat One Word Of What I Just Said And I'll Cheerfully Beat You To Death, Mike.

After All, How Many Ways Can One Heart Be Mangled And Still Be Expected To Keep Beating?