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Prologue

He was waiting for me to get home that night. I never imagined my senses could be so attuned to the world around me. By this point, I knew he sensed it, too. He knew what had happened and he's either running out the back door or bracing himself to not let his instinct get the best of him. Do I even bother to tell him? He knows. If Edward would have come with me, Jake may not detect my scent. Turning the door handle I recalled the whole reason Jake was here, why we had to reincarnate our friendship and, now, why it wouldn't happen. Was this worth it? It's too late now. Was losing a friend worth gaining love until the end of time? Of course, that was a no-brainer, Jake would never understand. Jake was the one who didn't want to be my friend anymore. Why in the hell am I trying to convince myself I made the right choice? Besides, it's too late, now, far too late to even try Jake again. Edward is the one for me. Forever.

I was in the all too dark house, an odd sense of déjà vu and I could see in the back of my mind black spiky hair and beautiful pail skin. But, in reality, there was a very tall, red skinned boy with black shoulder-length hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was still there. He hadn't run away, but he was tense, any average person could detect that. But I wasn't average anymore was I?

"Why am I not surprised?" is all he said. No hello, it's nice to see you, I missed you, nothing.

"Jake, please," I protested, "Just listen to me for two seconds," his blank stare was intimidating.

In reality, I was relieved, and proud, I'd made it this far. The last three months had been unbearable. The three months I wasn't in New York with my friends. The three months of unbearable pain and despair, regret, and feeling so close to Edward that I felt like my heart would never restart. But then again, it would never beat again.

"The scent of that bloodsucker is all over you," Could he not tell that the scent was actually me? Should I use this to my advantage or just be frank with him? Frankly, frank would be too hard to declare. I hadn't said it yet, but I knew the time would come when I had to admit what I was.

"You wanna do this or not?" I wondered how long the akward silence went on for, was I slobbering?

"Yeah, yeah, I do. I do, let's get the forgiveness flowing!" was all that came out. It probably sounds silly, but I was just so shocked I just blurted out whatever sounded best.

"Right, um, yeah, it's not my fault I stopped talking to you, Bella, I needed to, the code, we can't break the pact. Plus, I just don't like the guy. He's too," he looked perplexed as to the right word that wouldn't be harsh or too good, "smooth."

"He's smooth alright, yeah, and handsome, and he makes me happy, he loves me, and actually cares about me and not some dumb pact!" If he doesn't want to take the blame, he's taking the heat.

"Bella, you didn't listen to me. I warned you and look what he did to you, you were so depressed because that bastard left," nice tactic Jake.

By this point I was furious, "He did it for my own good, Jake, he didn't want to leave as much as I didn't want him to!"

"Don't give me that, Bella! What did he want to eat you so bad that he couldn't restrain himself? Did he think you were in danger of him and his family?" he started and then went on, "Bella, vampires are selfish, they don't give a damn about anyone but themselves!"

My look must have said it all; he was right on about why Edward left. Jake looked like he could kick himself, right then. He left.