DISCLAIMER: All Characters Belong to Stephenie Meyer. And Thanks to Khaled Hossini and Libba Bray for the names of the other characters.

Prologue

People always tell me that life goes on, but why should I believe them? My life ended when he left me. There was no reason for me to live. My goals, my expectations, my happiness had ended when he left me. But what I had not known was that I would be released from my non-existent death and finally experience happiness again. Live again. If you call it living.

Reintroduced

'One oh One North.' I read silently. 'Isn't it funny.' I thought, 'that this place. This road, holds so many memories for me.'

"Bells. Lost in your thoughts. Again?" Kartik asked, teasingly.

"No. I mean yes. Well, I mean, this place holds so many memories for me. You know.." I blabber.

"Hey, Bells. Where are we staying?" Gemma asked me, for the umpteenth time.

I sighed, "Tariq, can you please tell Gems. Please?"

Tariq nodded and turned toward Gemma to tell her.

We were finally back. Back in Forks; the rainiest place in the U.S. Its been so long since I've been here. So long since I was actually happy here. So long.

It was like I was starting from scratch. Which I was, you could say.

"Here we are!" I exclaimed. I pressed the brakes as I pulled into the driveway. I hopped out of the drivers seat, stretching.

Gemma sighed in exasperation. "Finally."

Kartik rolled his eyes.

I hugged Tariq and kissed him lightly on the cheeks. I let go, and he put his arm around my waist as we walked inside.

We opened the door as I braced myself. The door creaked as all the memories overpowered me.

"Tariq." I breathed. He grabbed a hold of me, and I sighed from relief. He led me into our room. My room. No one inhabited the place ever since I left and Charlie died. I plopped onto the bed.

"Did you call the school?" I wonder.

"Yeah. I'm a junior, like Gemma. And you and Kartik are sophomores."

"Kay." I sigh. I look at Tariq's raven colored hair and gorgeous face as he takes in my heart shaped face with my brown hair cascading down my face. My lips plaster on to his. We were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. A very familiar smell wafted into the room.

The Cullen's were here.