-Edward-
Renesmee had aged dramatically in the first two years of her life. bởi the time she was two, she looked twelve, so then suddenly, she began growing so much slower. Like a normal human. Carlisle was astounded, to say the least.
Renesmee is beautiful, and is officially (and in the technical sense, too, I might add) 19. She has been in physical existence for 19, but has not grown in over a decade. Her hair and nails grow, but she doesn't physically grow in any other way.
For the past few years, she's attended high school, kept up the human charade, etcetera.
Now, today, against my better judgement, I'm letting her get married. To a werewolf.
Why, why, why?
I am so absorbed in my thoughts, I do not, at first, hear Renesmee speak.
"Daddy, are bạn there?" Renesmee snaps her fingers in front of my face.
"Lights are on, but nobody's home," Bella chuckles.
"Oh, utterly hilarious," I mutter, loudly enough for them both to hear.
I have only been allwed in here for two minutes, 26 giây and one eighty-fourth of a second.
Renesmee is seated at a màu hồng, hồng chair in front of a mirror in Alice's cavernous bathroom, while Rosalie weaves her hair up in some complicated twist that would emotionally scar Emmett for life, should he attempt it.
Renesmee looks beautiful today, I cannot deny that much. She is wearing Bella's dress, it fits her perfectly.
Esme rushes in and starts fretting that the guests are arriving, and is they done yet?
"Just about," Rosalie cheerfully answers.
Rosalie, CHEERFUL?
"Her hair did not go down without a fight," Alice adds. "There," she says, placing one last hairpin in somewhere. "We're done."
Alice, Rosalie, and Esme each hug Renesmee before they head downstairs, presmably to welcome thêm guests.
I suddenly feel Bella's hand on my shoulder.
"It will be fine," she says.
Renesmee had aged dramatically in the first two years of her life. bởi the time she was two, she looked twelve, so then suddenly, she began growing so much slower. Like a normal human. Carlisle was astounded, to say the least.
Renesmee is beautiful, and is officially (and in the technical sense, too, I might add) 19. She has been in physical existence for 19, but has not grown in over a decade. Her hair and nails grow, but she doesn't physically grow in any other way.
For the past few years, she's attended high school, kept up the human charade, etcetera.
Now, today, against my better judgement, I'm letting her get married. To a werewolf.
Why, why, why?
I am so absorbed in my thoughts, I do not, at first, hear Renesmee speak.
"Daddy, are bạn there?" Renesmee snaps her fingers in front of my face.
"Lights are on, but nobody's home," Bella chuckles.
"Oh, utterly hilarious," I mutter, loudly enough for them both to hear.
I have only been allwed in here for two minutes, 26 giây and one eighty-fourth of a second.
Renesmee is seated at a màu hồng, hồng chair in front of a mirror in Alice's cavernous bathroom, while Rosalie weaves her hair up in some complicated twist that would emotionally scar Emmett for life, should he attempt it.
Renesmee looks beautiful today, I cannot deny that much. She is wearing Bella's dress, it fits her perfectly.
Esme rushes in and starts fretting that the guests are arriving, and is they done yet?
"Just about," Rosalie cheerfully answers.
Rosalie, CHEERFUL?
"Her hair did not go down without a fight," Alice adds. "There," she says, placing one last hairpin in somewhere. "We're done."
Alice, Rosalie, and Esme each hug Renesmee before they head downstairs, presmably to welcome thêm guests.
I suddenly feel Bella's hand on my shoulder.
"It will be fine," she says.
Dreamed last night about a time and place
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As bạn turned and đã đưa ý kiến to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
bạn and me, we will be
Years went bởi and nothing changed
The tình yêu we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on hàng đầu, đầu trang of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
bạn and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
bạn and me, we will be
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As bạn turned and đã đưa ý kiến to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
bạn and me, we will be
Years went bởi and nothing changed
The tình yêu we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on hàng đầu, đầu trang of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
bạn and me
bạn and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
bạn and me, we will be
Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his dao, con dao and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing tiếp theo of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his Những người bạn was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his Những người bạn was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his dao, con dao and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing tiếp theo of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his Những người bạn was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his Những người bạn was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let me come closer, I'm not your shadow
With our eyes shielded from the oncoming count
It's not hard for us to say what we should not
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let me come closer, I'm not your shadow
With our eyes shielded from the oncoming count
It's not hard for us to say what we should not
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost