Chapter 38
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI It was the week of Bella's birthday. And a great past few weeks actually. It hasn't rained like the news said it was going to. Ha, stupid news. I said in my head. But what made these past two weeks was knowing that Paul and I are something. Ever since that weekend I've done nothing but think about him in every single way that I could think of him. Edward groans about it. I tell him each time to stop reading my mind. But he never listens. Only part I keep from him is that Paul's a werewolf and he's the one that hurt me. But I forgiven him for it. I mean I have to since he's basically the love of my life. Love of my life, god I'm
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