And it's a sad picture,

the final blow hits you
somebody else gets what you wanted again

you know it's all the same,

another time and place
repeating history and you're getting sick of it

but I believe in whatever you do
and I'll do anything to see it through

Because these things will change
can you feel it now?
these walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down
this revolution,

the time will come
for us to finally win
we sing hallelujah,

we sing hallelujah (Change by Taylor Swift)

It had been two days, two painful days, since Irina had been murdered. The night after had been the hardest thing. It was hard not to be happy, we had won and Garret had said he would follow me anywhere. I didn't know what I felt about that. Did I love him? The feeling I got when he hugged me after the Volturi had disappeared into the trees that night had been a nice feeling. But I just wasn't sure how I felt about him. I knew he loved me. That was for sure.

But after we said our goodbyes, Garret holding my hand in a friendly way, I finally got the wave of truth which was my sister was never coming back. I had clung to Garret the whole way home. I didn't care if I didn't love him. He was a solid body to cry into. I hadn't stopped crying until we were outside the house. It was then I realized Tanya had been crying into Carmen the whole way home. I had just stared at her until two big hands picked me up and carried me into the house, bridle style. I gasped as Garret placed me on a chair in the living room.

I looked up at him with sad eyes. He smiled at me. Not a happy smiled, a smiled to tell me that I had someone there. Someone to lean on. I broke down again and fell into his arms. I sobbed dry tears for what seemed like hours. Garret just held me. His check on the top of my head.

It was midnight when I finally stopped crying again. I looked up at Garret. He looked down at me. He didn't smile this time. I stood up fast. He looked at me and blinked, arms open wide. "I have to go," I said, looking at the floor.

I turned and ran. I ran so fast. My head hurt and I felt dizzy. Probably form the shock. I stopped at the edge of a frost covered lake. It looked solid enough to walk on. I stepped out onto the frozen pool and collapsed. I lay there, disoriented and sad. I was confused about Irina's death and about Garret. I still couldn't believe she was gone. And then there was Garret. He had been so nice to me. But I didn't love him! Or did I? The sinking feeling I got when he looked at me so lovingly was more then painful.

I thought about it for two days on that ice. I didn't know what to do about my problem with Garret and I still wasn't over Irina. What to do? What to do! I ran over what happened again and again. It hurt to think about it but I needed to decide. Did I love him or not?

I suddenly felt a rush of wind and my eyes opened. He was here. I could feel him breathing. Oh no! What would I say to him? A cold hand was placed on my shoulder, now covered in a light layer of snow. I looked sideways at him.

His face was closer then I had expected. I gasped. His nose was almost touching mine. My head slid backwards on the ice. His slid with me. My hands flew to his chest. I pushed him back with all my might. "Garret," I whispered. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?" My voice was colder then the air. He put a hand on the side of my face. "I came to see you." He drew back. "Do you want me to leave?" I didn't answer. He stood up and turned away from me.

"Wait!"

What am I doing? Why am I calling him? Don't I want to be alone?

He turned back to me. "Yes?" He said, quietly. I pushed myself into sitting position. "Garret don't go." I whispered, almost inaudibly. He was in front of me in a second. He put his hand back on my cheek. "Whatever you want, Katie?" I smiled.

What? Why am I smiling?

He leaned forward, slowly, waiting for me to react. Part of me wanted to sling my arms around him and crush my lips to his, but the other half wanted to wait. Did this mean I did love him? Or just that little part? To be perfectly frank, it was a lot bigger then a little. It was more then half of me. But I listened to that other little part and pushed on his chest again. "Not now, Garret. I don't think I'm ready." He smiled and leaned back. He held out his hand. "Do you want to go home?"

That scared me for some strange, unknown reason I flung my arms around him and hugged him to me. "No!" I shrieked. I blinked and loosened my grip. "I don't want to go, not yet."

Why am I acting so strangely? Is it the sadness talking? Do I just need someone to be alone with? Would this happen it it was Tanya or Carmen or Eleazar? Or is it just Garret?

I ran over these strange possibilities in my head as I clung to him. "What do you want to do then?" His voice caught me off guard. I looked up at him and blinked. "Um...I'm not so sure. What about hunting?" He smiled and helped me up. "That sounds great. I need to get the hang of being a vegetarian.

He turned, but before he did, he traced a line from my collarbone to my jaw. I couldn't help it. That part of me I was trying to ignore got the better of me. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. I flung my arms around his neck and smashed my lips into his. The feeling was amazing. I had never felt this way in my entire life. His hand twined through my hair, the other on the small of my back.

I weaved my body to fit his. He started sucking on my bottom lip, begging for access. I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth. His tongue twisted with mine. My entire body shook with pleasure.

Why did I feel this way? I guess I did love him. I wondered why that was.

My eyes flew open. What was I doing? I couldn't love him. It was just the sadness talking. Yeah, that was it. He pulled away, feeling me stiffen. "Kate? What's wrong?" I looked at him, feeling another wave wash over me. I buried my face in his shirt and cried. I was wrong. I did love him. I knew then, as he held me to him, that I loved him more then anything in this world.

I stopped crying. I looked up at him and pulled his face closer to mine. "Katie?" He asked. But I didn't let him say any more. I pressed my lips to his again and lost myself in the kiss.