The trees flew by as I flew through the forest, I could smell and hear every animal near, I could feel the tension in the air of the oncoming rainfall and taste the clear night air of the forest.
But I left it all behind without a second thought.
I saw her house looming up through the trees, and I stopped under the tree whose branches reached up to her window. Agile I climbed up the side of the house, completely silent, and slipped into her window.
I landed noiselessly, like a cat.
The smell hit my like a wall. I clenched my fists, shut my eyes and gasped quietly.
I held my breath and counted to 100, then I let it out slowly and took another breath.
I was under control.
I looked at her, asleep, totally unaware of how close she had come to being killed.
Her dark brown hair fell over her face, she lay on her side, curled up in a ball. Her holey shirt showed here and there under her comforter. A pale face peaked out from the halo of hair, slightly parted lips and even breathing.
I knew I should leave. Even now, looking at how beautiful she was I knew I shouldn't be here.
Mike Newton's face swam into my head, and my body was filled with an unidentifiable feeling, almost rage, but a peculiar mix of sadness.
Following Mike Newton's face came that boy, Ben and the Tyler kid.
My fists were clenching again, even though the monster in me was under control.
What was it?
Jealousy.
I shook my head. It was stupid to feel jealous, I didn't have any hold on her.
It wasn't meant to be, I could never have a hold on her. It wasn't right.
I knew all this, I knew it wasn't right, it wasn't smart to get attached.
But I wanted it. I wanted her to be mine, to belong to me. For Mike Newton to never be aloud to touch her. For her to want me like I wanted her.
I wanted it so bad.
But I knew it just couldn't be. It wasn't right.
I groaned silently, pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger.
I shouldn't be here, I almost turned to leave, when I hear something.
"Edward…" Her voice whispered. I froze, had she woken? I cursed myself a hundred times in three different languages for not paying more attention. It was such a pain that I couldn't hear her thoughts…
She rolled over, "Edward…" She sighed, and I nodded softly.
She was saying my name in her sleep.
Fire coursed through my veins, if I could flush, I would have. But not from embarrassment.
Joy, triumph.
I raced through me, undeniable and unnerving.
I looked at her form again, tangled hair and slender curves.
I couldn't leave, I couldn't continue ignoring her. I knew I should, but I couldn't.
I stayed there for the rest of the night, watching the girl that confused me so.
