Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

Is he your warden now too? You know I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and- "Okay!" I cut him off, and then shoved his arm. "Time for the werewolf to get out!

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options." -Bella

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.