"What!Edward this isn't funny," Mzy face cold, dead, shock, desserted. i felt like i have been crushed, and all my Bones are pumped, no support to keep me up.
He reply was silence. Oh no, he wasn't kidding. Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. Me. child.
My tim, trái tim raced, virbrating my whole body, as if i was frezzing. I was cold, nor was i warm, i was empty, dead.
The tears cued before i could control my pants, nor my reflex action.
it was like it wasnt me, just a crushed body, cruppling, to the groung, weeping uncontrolably.
Edward cupped me under my armpits, pressing me to his Nữ hoàng băng giá chest, my feet dangling....