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Roswell

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It had been six months since Edward left me in the woods. And the hallow place in my heart never ceased to cripple me. The Zombie I had become, was thoroughly integrated. I didn't want to find peace, or a level of understanding. Life sucked, I wasn't afraid to face that awful and undeniable truth.

My father cursed Edwards name every chance he got. Whenever I droned over the days events, he cursed him. Whenever Jacob asked me out and I turned him down, Charlie cursed him. Whenever I would gaze out the front window, he cursed him. It seemed everything I did was cursed on Edward. It wasn't fair really. You can't force someone to love you, or want you. Things change, people change, feelings change. It wasn't something you could alter to your liking. It was fate. Destiny.

But did I really believe in Destiny? I didn't think I did after that day when he left me cold, and broken in the woods. But I came to surprise myself while in the midst of a lecture in my English class. Mike Newton was teamed up with me to look over a student written essay about finding love, losing love, and then choosing love. The narrator was a New Mexico native, witnessing at her fathers tourist trap Restaurant. It was based on the Roswell crash in 1944, like many other shops, and café's did in Roswell, NM. She was a honor student, dating the quarter back of the football team, on the direct path to one day attending Harvard. She was smart, witty, brave, and incredibly insightful.

This girl, found herself facing death like I once had. A brawl caught in the restaurant whilst she was on her shift, and a gun was pulled. In the struggle between the two men, a shot was fired, hitting her. She was inching towards death as the blood pooled around her in crimson red, her life playing before her eyes like a reel of film. But a voice, a voice of an angel begged her to open her eyes, to look at them. With all her strength she opened her eyes finding herself looking into the brown eyes of a boy she had known since elementary school. A boy who was always caught staring at her, that many said was in love with her.

His warm hand was hovering over her. And in moments she saw flashes, not of the life that was slipping away from her, but his life.

He adverted his eyes, withdrew his hand and plead with her, as he splashed ketchup over her blood, not to say anything. She was compelled to get to the bottom of how this boy saved her life. After she found the silver handprint where his hand laid over her wound, he finally let his guard down and let her in, on everything.

He was an alien from the Roswell crash, along with his sister and his best friend. They didn't have any memories, only powers that gave them the idea that they were what they thought. In her fear and her frustration of his truths, she witnessed his extraordinary powers, to heal, to manipulate, and use a form of telekinesis, and slowly but deeply fell in love with her savior. The connection pulled them closer than she really wanted at first and brought him uncomfortably more and more infatuated with a girl he had loved for years. But their ties were strong and undeniable, unbreakable.

It sounded so similar to my story. I found myself relating to her in so many ways. Trying to be human, with someone who wasn't. Wanting to be a part of their lives, but knowing that you never really could. Yet your pulled into their world, your sucked into its vacuum and once you were in, you didn't come out. You didn't want to come out. No matter how much they pushed and screamed, you couldn't leave, and you could never forget.

" Aliens? Really?" Mike flipped the four stapled pages upside down, the contrast between his ivory and the papers pale white like my hand had been next to Edwards. His nose was crinkled in distaste. " She fell in love with an alien? This is so ridiculous."

" I think its rather enticing." He looked up at me with a raised brow , and his mouth trying to form words, but coming up short. I shrugged. " I mean sure the whole alien concept is a little out there, but the story, her words are really insightful."

" Whatever." He pulled the assignment sheet up from the floor. " Let's just get this over with."

" I can write, or you can?" I offered lifting my hand from my lap out towards him.

He shook his head. " No. I'll do it, you have horrible penmanship. I'm sorry, but it's actually kind of hard to read."

I looked away blushing. A little hurt to be honest. " Oh. I didn't realize it was that bad."

He slightly smiled before reading off the first question. " Number One, what does the scenery in the short essay reflect about Elizabeth ( the main character) and her emotions?"

Pulling my hands from my lap I clasped them on the desk in front of me, fiddling with a ring on my pointer finger. " Well there is that one part where she and Max.."

" Max?" Mike looked over the essay, trying to remember who that was.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't believe he was serious. I ripped the essay from his hand and placed it beneath my elbows. " Did you read the thing at all? Max was the boy that Elizabeth fell in love with."

" The alien." he corrected.

Sighing deeply I continued. " Anyways the scene where they are at the Crash festival. The air was crackling in his presence. The mere fact that he was looking into her eyes was setting her world on fire, a pleasurable and exciting fire. A fire that made her nervous, her heart pound in her chest, but as he neared everything calmed. The air that was so thick, thinned out. The crackling ceased, and her heart felt heavy and light all at once. She knew that his world, his life was dangerous, something…no…somewhere that she should never go. But she took the leap. She knew in that moment no matter what the chaos he brought into her life, even possible heartbreak, once he was near it would all go away. Nothing mattered to her but him. Them."

Looking through the essay as Mike scribbled onto the assignment sheet I found the line I was thinking about. The line that brought it all together.

" The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending. And that's not even the difficult part. The difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown. And once you do, you can never go back." The truth of her words hit me like an atom bomb.

I sat in my stupor for what seemed to be forever. Until Mike's impatient voice tore me out like a lose leaf. " So…the setting."

" The fireworks and Max, danger and excitement."

" Oooookay." he dragged the word out as his irritation seeming to grow more. I couldn't help but glare at him. He looked up, obvious to my stare. " What? I can't help it your just way to deep and serious. Just lighten up a little. It never hurt anyone."

I didn't say anything. Just looked out the window and thought about Elizabeth and Max in the story. Would they ever get a happy ending? Would he somehow be able to accommodate his life so that he could fit her in? Be able to protect her and love her like he wants? Or would the simple fact that arises between the teens be the deal breaker? She is simply a human, and he is simply not. Would that be the deciding factor? Would that be the reason he never reaches for her in his longing? Would they always pass by in the hallways wishing that they could hold each other and confide in one another always wondering about what they could have been?

One thing was soundless between them. A connection that roared to life whenever they were near. A connection that always proved what they meant to one another that they could never say. The words not only causing great difficulty to exist without one another, but cause them great pain in knowing that what they wanted could never be. They desperately, painstakingly, truly and indisputably were in love with one another.

" Alright. Number Two, Do you think love like Max and Liz's truly exists. Explain your opinion." Mike droned on with the next question. " I'll answer this one. No I don't think that love so strong exists. Romeo and Juliet did not exist. Love isn't a battle field made up with obstacles of fairy powder and dragon fire, its about staying true and devout. Not wondering off your path of loyalty. It's following the rules, and making compromises." His hand and pen flowed over the paper fluently as the words slipped from his lips.

It was the first time I had ever heard Mike being the least bit serious about any subject. Putting thought and meaning into an opinion. As weird as it was it was undoubtedly refreshing.

" Wow. That was a good answer." I replied. He glared at me beneath his eyelashes and tried to sustain a smile. He failed miserably as his toothy grin came into view.

" Okay next. Number three. Have you ever been in love? If so how does it compare to their love? And if you haven't was there any other love you have witnessed to mirror their type of love?" Mike looked up at me with questioning eyes. I looked away immediately before he could see the pain that broke through. " I can answer this one to. My mom and dad are a good example."

" No, no." I intercepted his pen going towards the paper. I gave him a fake and reassuring smiled. " I can answer it, I want to do my fair share."

" Bella." He started. He leaned in towards me so no one would over hear. I felt breakable, like glass under pressure, to many noses pressed up against my glass dieing to know what I acted like in my habitat of misery left behind by Edward Cullen. " You don't have to pretend like it's okay. Everyone knows what happened around here. Stop trying to be so brave and triumphant."

" I'm not." I growled still staring at my lap. He leaned away. " Like I said I am doing my fair share."

After he sat back down with a deep inward intake of air, his hand steadied with the pen over the paper waiting for my answer. Taking a deep breath I did.

" Yes. I have been in love. And it was a lot like Max and Liz. It was irrational, undeniable, and uncontainable. It was unconditional. Even after I found myself broken, " my voice cracked at the word. But once I knew Mikes sympathetic eyes rested on my face I mustered up all my strength to forge on through the dark and dreary memories I had from the aftermath of Edward. " and mangled emotionally by him, I still loved him. It was an inevitable feeling. I would always love him."

He finished writing, and I watched as he reacted. At first I didn't think he was going to. But he never moved on to the next question he stilled and bit his lip. Looking up his eyes full of inquisitiveness.

" You really loved him, huh?"

I swallowed. Hard. As simple as my brain could formulate a three page long paper on simply answering that question, actually voicing the words, hurt.

They came out more like a strained voice of a child. " Yes."

He nodded. He looked towards my hand and then spoke again. " What was it like? If you don't mind me asking. Being in love like that."

He took me by surprise, but this sudden openness between us was far to comfortable and peaceful for me to let go now. Now that I was opening up to someone new. Someone beside Jacob, a good friend that had fallen in love with me, so he thinks.

" It's unexplainable. The physical aspect of the feeling is indescribable. And like I said, so very groundless. Nothing about being in love is simple, or easy. It's a constant inner battle at first." I sighed. This was turning into a rambling session more than an expressional one. " You know. In easier terms being in love is like trying something new for the first time. You ever tried something that scared you but you were so determined that you did it anyways?"

" Yeah." He sat up straight. " When I first tried bungee jumping. Standing up there, looking down. It was terrifying." He chuckled. " It was so hard to let go."

I nodded. " Well it's a lot like that. Your afraid and your heart is racing because like Liz said in the essay your going into the unknown. Past the point of that drop off you don't know what's going to happen. But you do it anyways."

" It's all about taking chances." He finished.

" Yeah." It came out much more soft than I meant it to. Only proving just how weak talking about love truly made me.

Walking through the school yard at the end of the day I found myself walking slower than the rest of the student body. They were all hyped for the long awaited weekend. After a grueling week of reviews before senior exams the next week, everyone was itching for some type of mental release. Which meant partying till they couldn't stand up any longer, or smoking until they passed out on the couch.

I didn't look so forward to the weekends as I used to. They were just another reason for Charlie to obsess over my state of depression or to ask constant questions and try and work me well enough to drive me over to La Push. But I couldn't possibly go back there after everything that happened.

My best friend was in love with me. Something that I wish he could have refrained from doing. I was incapable of love anymore. My heart was so dry and shriveled like a corpse beneath the earth where I stood. The only love that I was capable of, was what Edward left with. I should have warned him before he left me in the woods that night. I should have warned him that my heart was in his pocket. To tell him to try and take good care of it. To cherish it like I couldn't, without him.

Once I reached my truck, I shifted through my backpack for the keys. Panic gripped me as I didn't feel the metal against my fingers, no clang and clatter of the keys and chains against each other. Looking over my shoulder, the last couple cars in the parking lot were exiting onto the street. I was all alone.

" Damn it all."

Leaving my bag in the bed of the truck I retraced my steps back to the last building where I had come from. The cold brisk air whipping against my face as I tried to huddle into my jacket as best as I could. My hands deep in my jeans hoping to gain some body heat form my thighs. Nope, nothing.

Looking around all over the pathway, I finally neared the end. I spun around in a 360. It just didn't make any sense. I remembered fumbling with them before walking out the door. I heard them clanging against each other as I threw the bag over my shoulder. I surely had them before and after I stepped out of the classroom.

A much colder chill swept over my body like a wave crashing over my head. My heart almost stopped when the hair on the back of my neck rose, and my entire body fell into small undetectable shakes. Slowly turning I found myself about three feet away from a golden eyed, pale skinned man with dark almost black well maintained hair. His toothy smiled exposed confidently. And his hand held out before him, my keys dangling from in between his powerful and perfectly carved fingers. I did not take them. I did not breathe. I did not move.