"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Doth with their death bury their parents' strife."

- William Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet

There he goes again. The boy, who goes by the name of Edward, writes with a silky bravado that steals the girl's heart. And Bella, his star struck lover, is responding with a delicate composition of her own that has the same, if not stronger, affect on Edward. They parted with an understanding that they would never meet again, but they both have clandestine ideas that contradict that plan.

Time passes. In strange lurches and dragging lulls but, watching down from heaven, time is consistent. The boy- he darkly paces around the globe. The girl is more subtle. She is hollow and transparent like an infant, but she tries. Their paths are dark and never-ending, yet, somewhere deep inside of the two, they are together once more.