Your Number Was Up The First Time

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.

So When He Touched Me, It Was Deeper And Slower Than The Wildfire, Like The Flow Of Molten Rock Far Beneath The Surface Of The Earth. Too Deep To Feel The Heat Of It, But It Moved Inexorably, Changing The Very Foundations Of The World With Its Advance.

Surely It Was A Good Way To Die, In The Place Of Someone Else, Someone I Loved.

Love, Life, Meaning...over.

If You Don’t Send Edward Out,” Emmett—still Invisible In The Night—hissed Menacingly, “we’re Coming In After Him!” “go,” I Laughed. “before They Break My House.