Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." - Bella Swan.

I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that's not actually the case. - Edward Cullen

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect.

No one could be still like Edward.

Interceded? You threw me to the sharks!

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?