My hair flew wild through the air while I felt the cold sand under my feet. The rest of my body was relaxed, although I was cold. In my mind his face always appeared, but I always thought I hated him so much. Well, actually he was nice to me.

Jacob was gone now for three days and I already had flashbacks of him. I hoped he would come back again, but Sam said he would stay away for a while.

The wind blew hard although it was summer-beginning and the waves crushed angrily against the cliffs.

Jacob ran off to Canada, hoping he could forget what that Bella-girl did to him. She really bugged him. That's how I saw it. Maybe she had all reasons for it, but either way Jacob was gone. He would probably never come back.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought of it. Oh my god, Dawn! Hold yourself! He was only three days gone from now! But maybe it was the thought of that he would never come back that made me cry.

Another tear rolled down.

Suddenly I could hear a familiar voice calling from behind.

"Dawn!"

I turned round and saw Seth running into my direction. He had just light things on in which I would have frozen.

"Hey, Dawn. What's the matter?"

"Nothing." I tried not to sob, unsuccessful.

"But you're crying." He looked at me worried.

"It's nothing. I'm just…worried about him." I looked up at him and felt another tear rolling down my cheek.

He took me into his arms and I could feel his hot skin warming mine.

"I bet he's okay, Dawn. And he will come back." He smiled warmly at me and I couldn't help but smile back. He always made me feel better.

We walked on the beach and I pressed my head into his chest, trying to get warmer.

Seth wasn't a werewolf yet, but he was on his way. He went warmer every day and it was just a matter of time that he would change, too, like his sister. Leah had changed before and now Sam was waiting for him to join the pack. It was a large pack already, but there came new wolves all the time. The youngest ones were thirteen, six years younger than Sam. He was the Alpha, the leader of the pack. Jacob also had Alpha gens in him, but he didn't want to be the Alpha, like his, our, great-grandfather.

Seth brought me back to reality as he suddenly let go of me.

"I have to go now. I'll check on you later." He turned round and ran away from the beach. On his way he called back to me, "By the way, Billy's searching for you."

Dad was always searching for me. Jacob left and he was also worried about him. He didn't let anyone else find it out, but I knew. He always acted over-normal when he was dealing with something. He wasn't that worried about Jacob when he was gone, but he was over-protective about me. Nothing should happen to his little sweet girl, Dawn. Sometimes that was really annoying, but I had no choice but to follow his rules. I was too young to care for myself.

I went the way back home along the beach and turned my head a few times to look at the waves which were still crashing against the cliffs.

When I arrived home, I took a deep breath before I opened the door. I was afraid of what would wait for me inside.

I pressed down the doorknob and slowly opened the door. Dad sat there, waiting for me in his wheelchair.

"You left again." He seemed calm, but I could see his fists tremble.

"I'm sorry, I needed fresh air. And I even left a note." I pointed at the table where my note still laid, untouched.

"You know that's not what I meant."

I breathed deeply.

"I was worried about you, very worried. What if something had happened to you?"

"Why would something happen to me on the beach?"

"Anything can happen to you anytime," He lifted one eyebrow, "besides, what did I do to you that you needed to leave me?"

"I didn't exactly leave you. I came back."

"Yes, Jacob said that all the time. And where's he now?" he answered himself, "Somewhere in the nowhere of Canada."

I shook my head and went toward my room.

"That's exactly how Jacob reacted! Would you also leave me?"

I closed the door behind me and sat down on my bed.

Of course I would never leave him now. I even was afraid of moving into another house. If I would go now too, it would break his heart completely, so I figured I would stay in for a while. Not that I had in plan to leave La Push, no, but it would be safer not even to think about such stuff.

I could hear someone coming inside the house and walking over to my room. The last thing I needed was visitors.

Then someone knocked hard and slowly on my door. I did it the same and stood up slowly to open the door – slowly. After the door was finally open my mood changed a bit to the better. Seth was there, but the good mood changed as quickly as it came into a feeling of confusion.

Wasn't he with Sam doing some changing thing?

His eyes were closed, but I could still read his expressions. He was a little bit stressed, but also relieved. What would he tell me?

While he stayed silent I looked him up and down. He looked different in some kind of way. His hair looked shinier and his face was so clear to me, I could swear he looked beautiful. I never realized that.

"Hey Dawn," he sighed deeply and carried while opening his eyes again, "I just wanted to tell you…"

His voice trailed off and he just stopped staring into my face. His face was suddenly full of surprise and happiness. I was confused by the sudden mood change.

"Wow, I never realized how…beautiful you are."

I took a step back, but still thanked him for those kind words. "Thanks."

"No, I really mean it. You're just…perfect." He still stared at me. Now it was kinda strange.

"Is everything alright?"

He seemed to fall out of a trance all of a sudden. "Yeah, sorry, where was I?"

"You wanted to tell me something…"

"Yeah, right, well, the thing I wanted to talk about was…I forgot. Sorry, I really wanted to remember, but it…well, sorry."

I was surprised by how long he stumbled around to get the right words out. "Okay…?"

"Okay. I guess I'll go then again."

I watched him long as he stumbled out of the room, but he still smiled back at me.

It was so different than the other days I saw him. He looked much nicer and warmer. It felt like he took something with him when he went. Something was missing.

That was a strange meeting.