What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

I'd Never Understood How Carlisle Was Able To Do That - Ignore The Blood Of His Patients In Order To Treat Them. Wouldn't The Constant Temptation Be So Distracting, So Dangerous? But Now, I Could See How, If You Were Focusing On Something Else Hard Enough, The Temptation Was Be Nothing At All.

She Just Keeps Saying "he’s Gone.

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

You Nickednamed My Daughter After The Loch Ness Monster?