[…]Bella Swan walked into the flow of the heated air that blew toward me from the vent.[…]
[…] Why did she have to come here? Why did she have to exist? […] Midnight Sun (x)
"I turned, though I did not need to make sure. I turned slowly, fighting to control the muscles that rebelled against me." (x) Midnight Sun
nothing makes me stronger,
than your fragile heart.
In the state of Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, there is a small town named Forks.
Is this a test?