With Our Rarely Changing Temperaments Strong Emotions

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

Bella." He Strocked My Face Anxiously. "i'm Not Going Anywhere. I'll Be Right Here As Long As You Need Me." "do You Swear You Won't Leave Me?" I Whispered. I Tried To Control The Gasping, At Least. My Ribs Were Throbbing. He Put His Hands On Either Side Of My Face And Brought His Face Close To Mine. His Eyes Were Wide And Serious. "i Swear.

But You See, Just Because We've Been...dealt A Certain Hand...it Doesn't Mean We Can't Choose To Rise Above- To Conquer The Boundaries Of A Destiny That None Of Us Wanted. To Try To Retain Whatever Essential Humanity We Can.

His Gift Is Slower Than Jane's. It Creeps. It Will Touch Us In A Few Seconds.

Don't Watch" The Redheaded Mind Reader Whispered. I Closed My Eyes.