Nu har jag setat i två timmar och läst WA. Och tårarna kom på slutet. Jävla skit, måste hon skriva att Edward mår så där sjukt dåligt? Men han fick sin uppenbarelse, precis som han sa. "I saw a tree fall." Inte för att ni fattar, men ändå. Det var fint sagt av honom.
Fan vad glad jag blev över att epilogen var uppladdad, för jag har ju liksom väntat på den i typ en halvår.
Jag kom på det inatt när jag och Sandra snackade om WA, att jag måste kolla upp om hon hade uppdatarat något. Och det hade hon ju (:

Haha men som den WA nörd jag är så måste jag lägga upp några av mina alla favoritcitat.
Och jag lovade ju Sandra att visa henne några av dom. 

“Thank you for the dinner Ms. Brandon. It was delicious.” He said politely, sparing a pointed sideways glance at me, forcing a tight smile, and then exiting the dining room. Now I was really worried. Edward was confused, possibly disoriented, swaying when he stood, and the most alarming change in his behavior by far, he was being polite.

I thought for sure the first day would be the worst without her. When I sat at lunch and ate her goodbye cookies all by myself while Jazz pawed Brandon in the janitor closet. When she wasn’t sitting next to me in Bio, or passing me in the quad. I thought when I got home and went to my room and stared at that empty fucking sofa, I couldn’t feel anymore like shit than I already did. But then I brushed my teeth, and while I was doing it, I saw her little blue toothbrush sitting there in that toothbrush holder all alone. I wore the goddamn pajamas that night. There was no fucking reason to, because there was no way I was sleeping without my girl. But they smelled like her. And the bed did too. So I put on my pajamas and got under the covers, smelling the cookies and flowers, and feeling like shit, and just laid there awake all fucking night.

 

“Hi.” I whispered softly, my legs feeling very heavy. Edward seemed frozen in the doorway just staring at me with those tired blank eyes. I was starting to get worried that I did the wrong thing by even coming. And before I could question whether or not he wanted me to stay, he held his hand out without breaking my gaze. I dropped my drooping eyes to his upturned palm, and without hesitation lifted mine and slid it into it. And before I knew what was happening, Edward pulled me into the room quickly, sliding off my hood and wrapping his arms around my waist so tightly it lifted me off the ground. And I just collapsed in his arms. So tired and exhausted, and just glad to be home again. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. Taking big gulps of his scent in greedily. He had his face buried into the crook of my neck, breathing in just like I was. I brought my hand up and cupped the top of his head, tangling my fingers into his messy hair with a sigh. He squeezed me tighter, nearly hurting my ribs, but I didn’t care. My feet were dangling off the ground, and I was so happy he had the strength to hold me up, because all of mine was gone.
“I missed the shit out of you.” Edward whispered into neck, squeezing me tighter as if to emphasize the fact.
And I smiled. I finally, really, truly smiled into his shoulder.
“I missed the shit out of you too.” I slurred, still smiling, and just happy that it was even possible to smile again.

So as my girl was lying here with me, all fucking tangled up with me and nuzzling her way further into my chest, I decided I would just let her lead me. If she wanted to just sleep then I would do it happily, and I’d enjoy every single minute of it. And if she wanted to kiss me senseless, I would do it right back to her. Because the switch was gone, and my girl was beautiful.

In the third grade, I made honor roll, and my mom got me a new puppy. And I was so excited about it that I spent the entire day squealing and jumping all over the house like a miniature Alice on crack, and just scaring the crap out of that poor little puppy. That same night I got cake and ice cream, and I went to bed on a sugar high, hugging my new puppy, and just plain loving my life. It felt like the best night of my life. Until last night. Because when Edward Cullen told me I was beautiful, it effectively moved my puppy night down a notch. And as if him just saying that wasn’t enough to completely make my year, he wanted to try. He didn’t come right out and say exactly what he wanted to try, but I understood. He wanted to try to be with me the way I always wanted to be with him.
And then he kissed me. And not because he pitied me, and not because I forced him into it, but because he just wanted to.

Yeah, I had read all those books before. The only reason I didn’t own them in my own collection is because I thought they were shitty. But my girl liked them, so I wanted them on my shelf. I knew she’d get all fucking huffy if I just offered to buy them for her, so I didn’t even bother. She’d still read them at night when she was in my room.

I drove to Jasper’s still on a Bella/new foreign emotion high. When he got in the car looking all fucking grubby and still worn out from the New Years bash, I thanked him for the Brandon diversionary tactic that night. I wrestled with the idea of telling him about the new foreign emotion and all the tugging, but then worried that it might commit us to having sleepovers and braiding each other’s hair as we discussed our feelings. Fuck that shit.

I walked in the door with Esme feeling ridiculously elated despite the rather crappy day I was having. Of course, when Edward Cullen tells you that he’s in love with you and that he’s your boyfriend, it kind of tends to have that effect.

Without my permission, the words rang clearly in my head as Edward would recite them.            
…for better or for bullshit…for richer or if we both end up poor bastards… solemnly swear to shove my foot up the ass of anyone who touches you… to love and to cherish you for fucking ever…

Och så ett citat från mitt favoritkapitel, eller ja, kapitelnamnet.
Scooby snacks. 

When I finally heard the bathroom door open, I lifted my head. And there Edward stood, looking as awkward as I’d ever seen him, raking his hands through his hair with a grimace on his face. In an almost tight white t-shirt like the one I was wearing. I could make out nearly every curve of his chest and stomach. In fact, all too late I realized I was staring, and I looked away quickly. Still blushing. But then I caught a glance at the pants he had on. They were flannel, a lot like mine, but they had the cutest little cartoon Scooby Doo print all over them. I couldn’t help myself. I had to laugh. I shot my hand up to my mouth to stifle my giggles, but Edward was just standing there glaring at me with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t fucking laugh at me.” He growled. This just made me laugh louder, because he was trying so hard to sound intimidating wearing little cartoon Scoobies all over his legs. He glowered harder and stalked over to the bed. “I mean it, cut that shit out. These were bought as joke.” I was still giggling, because it was funny, I couldn’t help it. He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and held them there, shaking his head. “Fucking Jazz….” He muttered quietly.