Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. Sad.

I couldn't find the meadow again.

I wandered in the woods for hours, each time searching for that telltale glimpse of bright sunlight leading me into the meadow. However, each time I ran towards it, it disappeared, leaving me even more lost than I had been before. I guess that Edward was right when he said he would leave no trace of his existence. Not only was I missing his pictures and his music, but now the meadow, the place that I had always thought of as ours and ours alone.
Maybe it was better that I didn't find it. Maybe this way I could really have a clean break.

Still, it felt like another hole was being ripped in my heart, this time not only caused by Edward, but also by Jacob. I hadn't realized how much I'd come to rely on him. With him refusing to return my calls, it was as if all the warmth had left my body; my sun had gone away, leaving me in eternal night.
I sat down and cried.

I don't know how long I stayed there for.

I cried until my eyes were red and raw. I felt better though. Each tear had released some of my anger and sadness piece by piece, drop by drop.

I started to get up, but realized that I was not alone in the forest. There was a rustle in the leaves behind me, and I could hear ragged breathing. I turned around and there, staring at me, was a huge grizzly bear.

Different scenarios passed through my head. I had never worried about animals in the forest before, because I had always been with him. Was I supposed to hold out my arms and make myself bigger? Crouch into a ball? Yell and scream?

Before I could decide on a course of action, the bear started to move closer towards me, at first cautiously, but then faster and faster.

I knew that no matter what I did, he would catch me, so I closed my eyes, and waited for the attack to come.

It didn't though.

Instead, I heard a thud and the sickening crack of bones breaking. I looked up to see something shocking.

The bear was now on the ground, dead and with an obviously broken neck. On top of him was a man sucking at his neck greedily.

For one brief moment my heart fluttered. For the first time in months, it was reacting, filling me with hope. Edward?

But no. The hair was wrong. Instead of the messy bronze hair I was used to this stranger had dark brown, nearly black hair.

I stood for what seemed like hours, watching this stranger draining the beast of its blood. Finally, he took his last sip, and stood up. It was then when he noticed me.

He was beautiful- there was no doubt about it. His hair contrasted with the paleness of his skin, and his cheekbones looked as though they had been carved out of marble. His lips were full and, even with blood drying at the corners, seemed perfectly delectable.

Shock filled his eyes…his shining topaz eyes.

"Who are you?"

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