What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!

I didn’t want to kill girls… even vampire girls. Though I might make an exception for that blonde.

Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm a idiot.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

Can't you just thank me and get over it?" "Thank you." I waited, fuming and expectant. "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No." "In that case . . . I hope you enjoy disappointment." We scowled at each other in silence. I was the first to speak, trying to keep myself focused. I was in danger of being distracted by his livid, glorious face. It was like trying to stare down a destroying angel. "Why did you even bother?" I asked frigidly. He paused, and for a brief moment his stunning face was unexpectedly vulnerable. "I don't know," he whispered.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

He never leaves, does he?