Jacob and Edward met in a small clearing in the woods out of earshot of the city. They had to take a moment aside for their intense conversation. They sat in silence for a moment. Neither of them wanted to speak first. Finally, Jacob worked up the courage.
"So Edward, do you know what this means?"
"Yes Jacob. I do."
"Good. Are you ready?"
"I think so. There is nothing holding me back except my own inhibitions."
Jacob reached into his shirt pocked and took out his golden cube. Slightly more reluctantly Edward pulled out his.
Jacob started the sacred Native American chant. Edward did not know it so he hummed along. The cubes began to glow. They were just as bright as the sunlight shining down on the ground they were sitting on. Jacob and Edward could barely bear to look.
The clearing exploded in golden light just as bright as the sun. As quickly as it had started it ended and there was nothing but the sunlight.
"Is it over?" Edward asked Jacob.
"Yes. It is over Edward." Said Jacob with finality.
The two parted and disappeared back into normal life; as normal as life can be for ones of their kind.
*KNOCK KNOCK* "BELLA. Time to get up or you will be late for school."
"Ugh" she groaned, unable to manage more than one word at this moment, which had come to be like many others.
With great effort she rose from the bed and trudged down the stairs. Her father had already made the coffee. It always tasted like dirt to Bella. She longed for sweet tea in the morning but her father always had to make coffee so that he could endure his long and busy days at work as a police man. Something was always going on, no matter which town they were in.
"Dad, why are we living in Forks?"
He sipped his coffee then looked at Bella. "You don't like forks?"
She sighed. "Nothing ever happens here. It's so boring. I want to go back."
"We can't go back Bella. Our lives live here. No point living in the past. We are moving forward with our lives."
Bella sighed as she finished her coffee. She brushed her teeth, hating herself as she looked in the mirror. "I am not pretty" she thought. "How could anything think that I am pretty? I am not thin and blonde. My eyes are not blue like the sky on a sunny day. My skin is pale but not perfect. I'm so ugly."
She spat out her toothpaste and turned away. Before she could look a second time she ran out the door. She dreaded every day. They only gave her challenges and reasons to be sad and angry. This day, she was certain, would be no different.