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Edward Was Always Focused, Watching And Also Listening To What Others Couldn't See.

And Then... As You Were Sleeping, You Said My Name. You Spoke So Clearly, At First I Thought You'd Woken. But You Rolled Over Restlessly And Mumbled My Name Once More, And Sighed. The Feeling That Coursed Through Me Then Was Unnerving, Staggering. And I Knew I Couldn't Ignore You Any Longer.

Fire And Ice, Somehow Existing Together Without Destroying Each Other. More Proof That I Belonged With Him.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.