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I sat on the plane, staring out of the window at the inky black sky around me. I let out a deep sigh.
I had no idea why I was doing this now. I could have come back before, I'd had seven years since I'd been free to do so, but I never had.
It wasn't like I had anything to go back to anyway. There was no way the one I'd left behind would still be there. We had always said, even when we were 15, that we would go away to LA or something to go to college. Away from that dead end little town. Still, I'd been having these strange dreams of me being there for months now.
I sighed again and turned to look at the beautiful girl beside me. She was curled up on the seat with her legs tucked up, fast asleep. Her long hair had fallen over her perfect face. I reached over to brush it back carefully, and then leant down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, while pulling the blanket back up over her.
I turned back to the window and found myself, as I always did when I was nervous or thoughtful, playing with the ring that resided on the third finger of my left hand. It had been there ever since I was 15, and now served as a reminder of what once was, what might have been, and the one who had given it to me.
I thought again of how things might have been, if not for interfering parents and aunts. Maybe, if I could have spoken to my sweetheart, we might have made a decision together. On the other hand, looking at the girl beside me, I knew that I would never have been able to choose a path that took her from me. That stopped me from having what I had in life now, no matter the pain it had caused me since.
I just wished that things could have been different. Like not having to leave my beloved without a word.
Whatever would happen while I was in Forks, good or bad, I hoped I might finally have peace from these dreams. Maybe I could finally let go of the past and move on.
Then again, did I really want to?