Laughter Was Like A Fresh

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

How Old Are You?” She Asked. My Answer Was Automatic And Ingrained. “seventeen.” “and How Long Have You Been Seventeen?” I Tried Not To Smile At The Patronizing Tone. “a While,” I Admitted. “okay,” She Said, Abruptly Enthusiastic. She Smiled Up At Me.

Sometimes It Was So Easy To Forget That I Was Kissing A Vampire.

It's Twilight. It’s The Safest Time Of Day For Us. The Easiest Time. But Also The Saddest, In A Way...the End Of Another Day, The Return Of The Night. Darkness Is So Predictable, Don’t You Think?

It Was Nice To Be Alone, Not To Have To Smile And Look Pleased; A Relief To Stare Dejectedly Out The Window At The Sheeting Rain And Let Just A Few Tears Escape.