Run, Bella, run. I love you too much, for your good or mine.

Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

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.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?