It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag. I would save that for bedtime, when I would have to think about the coming morning.
_stephanie meyer: twilight_
yep, bener: it was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased
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ReplyDeletewe ARE NOT alone...
and..
never,,
when the world is just mine....
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