"Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view..? Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say half of the things I do when I picture you..

"Twilight.." A groggy voice from the head buried in my shoulder. It's Sunset. It's always Sunset. And it's 1 in the morning. "We should sleep, Sunset-" "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are..?" Did she want to be more than friends? A single touch, and if her magic was activated she could read my thoughts, and see all the dreams and fantasies I had about her.. "You have, Sunset.. a lot.." "I never get tired of saying it, Twi."