You want me to be all doom and gloom, or just shut up?
When I write a story, it's not like I'm thinking about what I'm doing
I wondered to myself why no one else had seen him standing so far away, before he was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Edward as I always was. No one else watched him the way I did. How pitiful.
Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight.
I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.
Here's to responsibility," he toasted. "Twice a week." "And recklessness every day in between," I emphasized. He grinned and touched his can to mine.