Stills New Moon

*by Stephenie Meyer*



TWILIGHT - epilogue - AN OCCASION


Edward helped me into his car, being very careful of the wisps of silk and chiffon, the flowers he'd just pinned into my elaborately styled curls, and my bulky walking cast. He ignored the angry set of my mouth.
When he had me settled, he got in the driver's نشست and headed back out the long, narrow drive.
"At what point exactly are آپ going to tell me what's going on?" I asked grumpily. I really hated surprises. And he knew that.
"I'm shocked that آپ haven't figured it out yet." He threw a mocking smile in my direction, and my breath...

Our Edward,
Who art in Forks,
Hallowed be thy sparkles.
Thy Volvo comes, thy will be fast,
On Earth as it is in the meadow.
Give آپ this day, our daily blood;
Forgive us our heartbeats,
As we worship Carlisle for giving آپ life.
Lead us into temptation,
Deliver us to you.
For thine is the vampire,
The موسیقی and the hotness,
For ever and ever,
A-Edward.


I think, At some point,
Everyone dreams of finding...
An Edward.
Someone whose name آپ call, یا whisper,
And he's right there waiting.
Someone who hums a lullaby,
And holds آپ close, as آپ drift off.
Someone who seems to just....sparkle, in the Sunlight,
Whose...