Book: Twilight. Page 1

In my childhood, when I came to visit, dad was always out of ammo, and the gun was hidden. Obviously, now he thinks I'm old enough to accidentally shoot himself in the head, and sensible enough not to do it on purpose.

To give his life for another person, especially a loved one, without a doubt worth it.

We are simply a wonderful couple: one thinks as if by accident, not to kill, the other faints from kissing. It remains only ironic smile. Not us, and the fate which brought us together.

Euphoria - the flip side of hysteria.

I bit his lip, hoping the physical pain will drown out the heart.

Please could you warn before you again decide me not to notice? This will greatly facilitate my life.

He stroked my hair and whispered:
- You're only human.
- This is the most pathetic excuse I have ever heard.

I tried to be polite and it was a complete lie.

Much more I'm sorry for the time we could spend together.

- You think I'm attractive? I mean physically?
I'm probably not the man, however, was and remains a man.

I intervened in your fate as soon as he saw.

So, let's go on my truck?
How many times have you been in an accident?
- Their fault?
- Here's your answer!

- How old are you?
- Seventeen.
- How long have you been seventeen?
- A while...
- How old are you?
- 17.
- How long have you been 17?
- Quite long...

Hope timid snowdrop bloomed in my heart.