Oh You Do Smell Good.

Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If You Took Your Clothes Off.

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.

Worst High Five Ever." - Diego

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.