Whatever End Found Us, It

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

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.

How Did Anyone Survive This World, With These Bodies Whose Memories Wouldn't Stay In The Past Where They Should? With The Emotions That Were So Strond I Couldn't Tell What I Felt Anymore?

Is The Fire Gone?" "yes," I Sighed. "thank You, Edward." "i Love You," He Answered. "i Know," I Breathed, So Tired. I Heard My Favorite Sound In The World: Edward's Quiet Laugh, Weak With Relief.

Two Voices Struggled Inside Me. One That Wanted To Be Good And Brave, And One That Told The Good One To Keep Her Mouth Shut.