It's Not What You Are.

Darkness Is So Predictable.

What Kind Of An Idiotic Question Is That?

In My Head, Carlisle’s Kind Eyes Did Not Judge Me. I Knew That He Would Forgive Me For This Horrible Act That I Would Do. Because He Loved Me. Because He Thought I Was Better Than I Was. And He Would Still Love Me, Even As I Now Proved Him Wrong.

How Did Anyone Survive This World, With These Bodies Whose Memories Wouldn't Stay In The Past Where They Should? With The Emotions That Were So Strond I Couldn't Tell What I Felt Anymore?

And The Smile I'd Been Waiting For Stretched Across His Face Like The Sun Breaking Free Of The Clouds.