. maybe I shouldn't have given in but i just couldn't fight
hope I didn't but I think I might have
twilight again. another ending "time passes. even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me" - new moon, pg 93 | f/o