You May Have Taken The Planet, But

Jacob Was Hardly In Need Of Any Physical Protection I Could Offer. But My Arms, Pinned Beneath Edward's, Yearned To Reach Out To Him. To Wrap Around His Big, Warm, Waist In A Silent Promise Of Acceptance And Comfort. Edward's Shielding Arms Had Become Restraints.

So, Did You Stab Edward Cullen With A Pencil Or What? I've Never Seen Him Act Like That.

Good Or Bad? Good. That's What I Thought

It's Sad When You Can't Make Everyone Happy, Though. It's Impossible But, At The Same Time, You Still Hope. You Think, 'maybe I Can Do It,' But You Know You Can't. But Gosh, If I Had To Rely On Giving People What They Wanted, I Would Have Had To Write 40 Billion Different Books And Even Then, I Wouldn't Get It Right.

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.