I want your honest opinions, like I did with the breaking dawn theories please!!
I shot down the highway at almost one-hundred-miles per hour, to the hospital where Carlisle worked.
I could still taste Bella Swan's scent in the back of my mouth. So sweet, like lavender...or fresia...?
I ground my teeth together, and clamped my hands down hard on the steering wheel, at the same time trying to keep it in one piece.
I needed a distraction. I popped in a Debussy CD, one of my favorites. It did little to calm me, but I was distracted as I tried to find each pattern of muziki in the songs. I would...
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