My Name Is Jared Howe.

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. I Felt The Smooth Wooden Floor Beneath My Knees, And Then The Palms Of My Hands, And Then It Was Pressed Against The Skin Of My Cheek. I Hoped That I Was Fainting, But, To My Disappointment, I Didn't Lose Consciousness. The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

The Kiss Began Much The Same As Usual--edward Was As Careful As Ever, And My Heart Began To Overreact Like It Always Did. And Then Something Seemed To Change. Suddenly His Lips Became Much More Urgent, His Free Hand Twisted Into My Hair And Held My Face Securely To His. And Though I Was Clearly Beginning To Cross His Cautious Lines, For Once He Didn't Stop Me. His Body Was Cold Through The Thin Quilt, But I Crushed Myself Against Him Eagerly.

Even If We All Want You Here, You Don't Belong Until You Decide You Do.

What Were You Two Doing Last Night, Discussing The National Debt?