I Felt Like I Was Staring Out

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?

Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.

You Don't Get A Lot Of Suicidal Vampires.

Thats The Beautiful Thing About Being Human: Things Change.