Dear Jacob, I Win. Sincerely,

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?

Would You Please Tell Me What You Are Thinking? Before I Go Mad?

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

Edward Can Do Everything, Right?" I Explained. Jasper Snickered And Esme Gave Edward A Reproving Look. "i Hope You Haven't Been Showing Off-it's Rude," She Scolded. "just A Bit," He Laughed Freely. "he's Been Too Modest Actually," I Corrected. "well, Play For Her," Esme Encouraged. "you Just Said Showing Off Was Rude," He Objected. "there Are Exceptions To Every Rule," She Replied.