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Setting
Secluded, lonely, dark. Maybe that's why she chooses to exile herself here. The sweet similarities between person and place make ignoring them so much easier. It's better to forget, to sweep possibilities under the rug. Forks helps her sink deep into lost memories, into moments locked away from reality.
This place doesn't seem real. Part of her hopes it isn't.
Character
And she wonders if maybe she's not the main character. Maybe the story of her life is told by the people that are able to touch it. There's nothing wrong with that. She likes having them write on her pages, editing emotions and scratching out sentences.
She wonders if she adds anything of value to his story.
Point of View
Really, it shouldn't be told from her perspective. She's an imperfect speller, a complete disaster with a pen in her hand. She's never really had any talent for words.
But he... he's pure poetry. He even walks with eloquence. It's really not fair. She couldn't do his smile justice by comparing it with the sun; he'd outshine it.
No... his smile's more like a knife... He doesn't just kill her with it; he destroys her. And then somehow manages to make her new again. So at the end of the day she looks in the mirror and thinks that there's more to her than pasty skin and plain features.
She feels, nice.
Plot
Star-crossed lovers. Two against the world. How is she supposed to begin?
There's a boy and a girl. And in spite of society. In spite of reason. In spite of the laws and rules. In spite of themselves.
They fall in love.
She wonders if it's possible for it to be that simple.
Conflict
Because always... always something has to tear them apart.
Theme
Love conquers all? No, love did not conquer her parent's divorce. Beauty lies within? She wishes this were true, but along with her inner beauty comes a whole lot of ugliness. Always listen to your conscience? No, her conscience almost killed her that one (very foolish) time.
Maybe it is a little less complicated. Maybe when the book is closed and the frenzied passion cools what's left is the most rudimentary sort of friendship.
You have to learn to share, to help each other, to play nice. Believing in love like Shakespeare did, believing in love like Disney does is not realistic. You have to believe in people. You have to believe in giving more than you take, in doing more good than evil.
Ah, that's it. Now it makes sense.
Fin.