I want to be a monster too

It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.

Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

Isabella Swan?” He looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you marry me?” There were many things I wanted to say, some of them not nice at all, and others more disgustingly gooey and romantic than he probably dreamed I was capable of. Rather than embarrass myself with either, I whispered, “Yes.” “Thank you,” he said simply. He took my left hand and kissed each of my fingertips before he kissed the ring that was now mine.

She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.