I lay next to her, breathing in her amazing, intoxicating, excruciating scent. As she unconsciously curled closer to me, forming her soft warmth around my cold ice, I sighed. After only a few weeks, she had me so enthralled that I knew it would take forces stronger than my will to pull me away. The funny thing was that she didn't even know I was there. What a fate, to fall in love when you shouldn't, with someone who barely even knows you. Carlisle has often told me that love is irrational and unpredictable, but I'd never realized that it could happen to me, that one day I would be swept off my feet. Bella, with her addicting scent, peacefully quiet mind, and open eyes, has become the sun that warms me, the angel that brings my humanity back.

She stirs as dawn begins to break. It did not rain last night, so her sleep was peaceful, and the day is cloudy. I will be able to attend school, to watch her from afar. How I have become so lovesick, so quickly, is beyond me. I wait to leave until she is nearly awake. She will not realize that she has been visited during the night, that a near stranger has shared her bed. How I wish I could stay, see her eyes open upon me and warm simply because of my presence.

I am glad no one can read my thoughts when I arrive home, especially Rosalie. She knows of my attraction to the girl, but not how deep it runs. If she did, I'm not sure what would happen. Alice, though, Alice has seen something, but she keeps her mind such a mess that I can't find it. Everytime I approach the subject, she blanks her mind and will not speak. It is so very frustrating, but no one can keep their mind off something important for long. Maybe it will lead to happiness, but it is not likely.

We arrive at school, and my beautiful Bella has only been there for a few moments. She is speaking with that immature child, Mike. Such interesting thoughts he has. That Bella is not beautiful, but new, something to use to climb the social ladder. He's not sure what lies at the top, but he wants it all the same. Then there is some genuine affection. Not enough to keep him by her side for long, but enough to be kind to her. His thoughts are causing me to grate my teeth, so I am glad they do not break easily. I wonder if our teeth are turned to ash as well when we die? Making it through the day is a dull, monotonous task. While some discoveries throughout history have changed, the basics are all the same, and that is what's most trying.

Finally, my day is almost done and my favorite class begins. Favorite because it has Bella, with her pale, clear skin, warm brown eyes, and chocolate waves. Favorite because I get to view her when she knows I'm there. Now, I am displeased, as that idiot Mike comes over. His intentions are laughable, for why would such an exquisite creation like Bella wish to have such a large mound of mud drooling on her for a night. Yet I still have to wait in suspense as he asks. It's quite possible that she cannot see past the glamor of having a date to a dance, but I can only hope that she does. Finally, she answers, and it is as I thought. He is not for her, and she sees it. I relax, let a slight smile appear. She glances at me and it's almost as if she knows I was listening. The class ends and we leave, where I manage to make it through my final period, then speed away to home. In a few hours I will leave again, to visit Bella in the night, watching silently, waiting for the cycle to continue.