Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.
She just keeps saying "He’s gone.
But on a clear, sunny day? How would she know to flee when she couldn't see any place for danger to hide?
It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.
Good luck tended to avoid me.
So, Bella, I was following your scent through the woods after I'd left your room where I was watching you sleep...Yes that would be quite the ice breaker.