A/N: All rights reserved. I am not Stephenie! (like you'd believe I was anyway)

Waiting

I hated waiting. Especially for him. There were always too many emotions I felt when I was waiting for him. Sorrow that he wasn't here; bored with nothing to do; anxious for him to get back. There were too many extreme different feelings for one human to feel.

I realized that he had to go occasionally, but I still dreaded it. Every time he left, I'd remember when he left in my senior year of high school. The memory still made my heart sputter in fear. The only comfort when he was gone was that soon, we would have no reason to ever leave each other's side. Soon, I would be a vampire.

But, then, sometimes waiting even for that drove me crazy. All in all, waiting was my least favorite activity. Why did waiting always seem so hard?