I Like It When Pessimism

I Used To Dream About Him All The Time," Sunny Whispered To Me. "every Night. I Kept Hoping The Seekers Would Find Him; I Missed Him So Much...when I Saw Him, I Thought It Was The Old Dream Again.

Forever," Edward Echoed In My Ear. I Couldn't Speak Anymore. I Lifted My Head And Kissed Him With A Passion That Might Possibly Set The Forest On Fire. I Wouldn't Have Noticed.

He Never Leaves, Does He?

There Was No Reason For Bella Swan To Cross Paths With Me. She Would Be Avoided Like The Plague She Was.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.