People in Bright Falls fight the darkness when the sun goes down. They just never talk about it... but, it's still different for people like us. I think. We're just pulled to things like this. Maybe once you encounter it once you keep encountering it.

You can't make people believe in them. They have to see it themselves and accept it... and most people never will. It's why we're special.

[ Special because I have someone who believes.

Her eyes flick down to his lips then dart back to the gray ones she loves. He tugs her closer. She presses against him entirely with only the sheet separating them. Keeping them from being skin to skin. The fact they had been intimate the night before seems hardly relevant as that pull drums louder and louder in her head. ]