You Want Me To Be All Doom

Charlie Took My Hand And, In A Symbol As Old As The World, Placed It In Edward’s. I Touched The Cool Miracle Of His Skin, And I Was Home.

Strange World Isn't It?

I Didn’t Realize I Was Crying Until It Was Time To Say The Blinding Words. ‘i Do,’ I Managed To Choke Out In A Nearly Unintelligible Whisper... When It Was His Turn To Speak, The Words Rang Clear And Victorious. ‘i Do,’ He Vowed.

I Didn't Want To Be The Monster! I Didn't Want To Kill This Room Full Of Harmless Children! I Didn't Want To Lose Everything I'd Gained In A Lifetime Of Sacrifice And Denial!

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.