Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep her mouth shut.

no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)

Hey Jacob!" I felt an unfamiliar surge of enthusiasm at his smile. I realized that I was pleased to see him. This knowledge surprised me. I smiled back, and something clicked silently into place, like two corresponding puzzle pieces. I'd forgotten how much I really liked Jacob Black.

Body and soul. Two different things