It never made sense for you to love me.

My mother is part albino." Bella Swan

You're not the center of the universe, you know.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

Here's to responsibility, twice a week.