I Think She's Having Hysterics.

I Love You," I Said In A Low, Intense Voice. "i Will Always Love You, No Matter What Happens Now.

Twilight, Again. Another Ending. No Matter How Perfect The Day Is, It Always Has To End.

I'd Rather Know What You're Thinking - Even If What You're Thinking Is Insane.

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.

It Was Sort Of The Pattern To My Life - I'd Never Been Strong Enough To Deal With The Things Outside My Control, To Attack The Enemies Or Outrun Them. To Avoid The Pain. Always Human And Weak, The Only Thing I'd Ever Been Able To Do Was Keep Going. Endure. Survive.