Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

He Sparked On His Body That Reflect Like Mini Mirrors Of Diamond

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

Before You, Bella, My Life Was Like A Moonless Night. Very Dark, But There Were Stars, Points Of Light And Reason. ...and Then You Shot Across My Sky Like A Meteor. Suddenly Everything Was On Fire; There Was Brilliancy, There Was Beauty. When You Were Gone, When The Meteor Had Fallen Over The Horizon, Everything Went Black. Nothing Had Changed, But My Eyes Were Blinded By The Light. I Couldn’t See The Stars Anymore. And There Was No More Reason, For Anything.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?