I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.
Thank you, Wanda. My sister. I will never forget you. Be happy, Mel. Enjoy it all. Appreciate it for me.
Stop being so… optimistic. It’s getting on my nerves.
Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.
I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.
How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.