And Then I Saw The

Bella?" A Different Voice Called From The Distance. No! Please Let Me Be Imagining That Horribly Familiar Voice.

And Then We Continued Blissfully Into This Small But Perfect Piece Of Our Forever.

The Story Was A Sleeping Girl In A Narrow Bed Dark Hair Thick And Wild And Twisted Like Seaweed Across The Pillow... Bella's Lullaby

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

‎imprinting On Someone Is Like... Like When You See Her... Everything Changes. All Of A Sudden, Its Not Gravity Holding You To The Planet. It's Her... Nothing Else Matters.