“What had happened to me? I couldn’t make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin. I shook my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair. 

I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.

“Why am I covered in feathers?” I asked, confused.

He exhaled impatiently. “I bit a pillow. Or two. That’s not what I’m talking about.”


At least my mom and dad and my friends

                                  will know the best part of my choice,

                      the most I’m allowed to tell them.

They’ll know I chose you, and they’ll know we’re together.

               They’ll know I’m happy, wherever I am.

                            I think that’s the best I can do for them.


Happy Birthday Bella by The Cullens!

“- Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. Cut us a little slack, and don’t be too difficult tonight. They’re all very excited.” It always startled me a little when he brought up things like that. “Fine, I’ll behave.” “I probably should warn you…” “Please do.” “When I say they’re all excited… I do mean all of them.” “Everyone?” I choked.“