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And there was my most prized possession: a framed oil painting of Edward Cullen on the wall above the sink, sparkly and magnificent as he gazed moodily into the middle distance.
“The truth is, I quite like making you happy.” He shook his head. “I’m frightened to think too much about what that means, because I honestly can’t remember the last time I wanted to do anything for another person, simply for its own sake. And without having an ulterior motive.” His eyes, when they met mine, were so intense I had to look away. “But for you, I would brave a blizzard just to see you smile.”
“I’ve wanted to make you laugh like this since the night we met. You were terrible at pretending to laugh when I asked you to, but in hindsight I see that was a good thing. Because if I’d seen what you are like when you truly let go, I would have fallen to my knees. Right then and there.”
Efficiency. I can’t stop thinking about her so keeping her with me would save time I would always make sure she has food she can eat She needs to laugh more. I’m good at making her laugh (I love making her laugh) She makes me forget the terrible pointlessness of my existence (as well as all the other terrible things in this world) (she is so lovely) I haven’t made love to her yet and I REALLY want to. (I think she would enjoy it tbh) I would devote the rest of my existence to making her happy and I think (???) she would enjoy that Continued proximity to a real live historian (her dad)
“Yes,” Reggie said. But he kept his gaze on me. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”