TAKES PLACE TEN YEARS AFTER BREAKING DAWN.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.

Brown hair. Brown eyes. Dark skin.

Innocent. Obedient.

Silly. Outgoing.

Six.

Five.

Lost.

Found.

"Hey! This is my spot!"

A little girl with blonde curls lifted her head, her eyes widening.

"I'm sorry!" She whispered, frantically moving to leave. She didn't want to disrupt this boy's 'spot', and frankly, he kind of scared her. Although he was smaller than her, and his eyes seemed like they would be gentle on any normal day, he looked quite upset, and she hated being around people when they were upset. It always terrified her.

She scrambled away quickly, getting up from the place she'd been sitting at under the tree. The boy watched her for a couple of seconds, almost as though he was scrutinizing her. She waited tensely for him to take his spot under the tree, but he never did. The little boy just looked at her, waiting for something.

"I'm Faolan." He finally said, uncrossing his arms, "But you can just call me Fao. What's your name?"

"Eloise Vandeviere."

"Do you have a nickname?" Faolan's eyebrows were furrowed slightly, and he frowned.

"N- no. My mommy says that it's polite to call someone by their real name." Eloise looked down, shuffling her feet.

"Well, I can make you a nickname. My dad calls me the nickname king." He smiled proudly, "Can I call you Ellie?"

"I'm not allowed to have a nickname. " She whispered, and when she looked up, she could see that he was just smiling at her. "B-but, maybe if my mommy didn't find out?"

"Our secret, Ellie. Do you…. Do you want to hang out in my spot with me? It's actually a secret agent place."

Eloise smiled for the first time in a long time and nodded.

"But, I have to be Agent P. okay?"

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.

Brown hair. Brown eyes. Dark skin.

Worried. Torn.

Betrayed. Lost.

Ten.

Nine.

Wounded.

Dead.

"Faolan? Faolan?" Ellie's eyes scanned the park, her body moving frantically throughout it. She needed to find him. She needed to. She had messed up, bad. Her mom had messed up bad. They all had. And now, she needed to fix it, before she lost someone else she loved.

She could almost see a shadow of a person sitting in front of a tree, the same place her and Faolan had met four years ago, their back hunched over. Their pain seemed overbearing, but completely silent, and even from far away a person could tell the sadness of it all was swallowing them whole. Ellie gulped, her fear sticking in the back of her neck. She was scared to talk to him, scared to see how much he hated her.

But she walked up to him anyways. "F-Fao?" She tentatively touched his shoulder, almost expecting him to move away as soon as she did, so she was surprised when she got absolutely no response.

Except a shudder that racked through the small body of the nine year old. He looked up at her, his brown eyes glimmering with tears.

"I forgive you," He whispered, and that's when Ellie felt the tears spilling over in her eyes, and she sat herself down on the ground next to him and just held him. Held him because she didn't know what to do. She was only ten. She had never experienced a death before, never had to comfort someone in a situation like this.

"Why do you forgive me? Why would you forgive me? I didn't come to Ryan's funeral." She pulled her head away, avoiding his eyes. "You're so strong and I didn't even go."

"I'm not strong!" He cried out, and she flinched. "Why does everyone say that? I'm hurting. I don't want to be told how great I am. Ryan was great." His tears were flooding down his face now, and he turned her body so that she was being forced to look him straight in the eye. "Why did he have to die, Ellie? He was only eleven!"

Ellie let out a sob, her arms pulling him into a hug where she just held on. She didn't know why his brother had died. She didn't know why life was so unfair. She was only ten! But she did know that she didn't want her best friend to be hurting so much.

"I don't know, Fao." She rested her head on his shoulder, and Faolan felt the slightest bit of comfort knowing that at least someone was still there for him.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.

Brown hair. Brown eyes. Dark skin.

Scared. Bitter.

Sad. Hopeful.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Broken.

Bruised.

"Fao, if I told you that I've known something pretty vital for a long time, and haven't told you, would you get mad at me?" Ellie avoided his eyes, making sure to look down to stare at the grass underneath her. She began picking at it, pulling out handfuls at a time that she would just discard next to her. It was something she had always tended to do when her and Faolan would sit in their spot under the tree, but she did it more when she was nervous. Which she definitely was now.

He looked down at her with his eyebrows raised. His black hair had grown a lot longer and although his features were still innocent, he had grown much taller than her.

"No, I don't think I would. You know me, all calm and collected." He teased, trying to break the ice a bit. When she didn't respond, his eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, now you're starting to scare me. What's wrong?"

She turned her head away from him, her hands picking at the grass faster. "I'm moving." She finally whispered, head bent low. Even though he had assured her he wouldn't be, she was still scared he would be mad at her.

Instead, he started laughing. "That's your 'vital information'?" He grinned at her, "You're moving? Where to, Forks?" She remained silent, and that's when his smile dropped and he grew worried. "El, look at me. You're only moving a few miles away, right? We'll still be able to see each other? I mean, your mom would never try to move you so far away that we'd never be able to talk… Right?"

Ellie just looked at him, and when she did, Faolan noticed there were tears in her eyes. "I'm moving to Los Angeles." He remained quiet, so she continued. "You know, in Cali-"

"I know where it is," He interrupted, "but this has got to be some kind of joke. Why would you be moving?"

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop picking at the grass and really look at him. "There's a beauty pageant there my mom thinks I will do good in. But, I think she's given up on me. She doesn't love me."

"Ellie-"

"Stop! We all know it's true. I haven't won any beauty pageants lately, so she thinks I'm the biggest disappointment in the world. Just because she was Miss Washington doesn't mean I have to be, too." She felt the tears spring to her eyes, but she forced herself to keep going. "And, you know, I try so hard to make her proud of me. Ever since she started putting me in these stupid pageants, I never say what I think. I'm like the boringest, stupidest, talking robot ever to be made."

Faolan grabbed her hands in his and squeezed them, "Ellie, no matter what anyone thinks, I will always see the real you." He smiled, "And you know what?"

"What?" She whispered.

"You will always be the most amazing, perfect, funny, sweet, best friend I have ever had. Even if we're gazillions of miles away, got it?"

"That was cheesy," She wiped a few tears from her eyes and really, truly smiled. "I love you, Fao, no matter what, okay?" He was her best friend, and she didn't love him romantically. The idea of that almost grossed her out. But she did love him.

"I love you too." Faolan grinned, pulling her in for a quick hug. "Now, away from the Debby Downer moment! Who wants to play chess?"