"I cant be anyone but my self, man!"
I shivered, imagining only too clearly what he described - the alley at night, the frightened girl, the dark man behind her. And Edward, Edward as he hunted, terrible and glorious as a young god, unstoppable. Would she have been grateful, that girl, or more frightened than before?
"So sex was the key, after all…"
People are probably missing us, let’s go back.