Looking into his dark eyes, I knew this was right. It had to be. How could it not? Everything was perfect. He held me close to his always warm chest. He was still my only love, and my best friend. Thinking back, the way we really met, was an awkward one.
It was about the accident, or incident I should say. It was a normal day and everything, just usual first few weeks of school stuff going around. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground next to the pale beauty I had seen around school sometimes. I realized later that he had stopped the car with his bare hand, with little effort displayed on his face. The memory rang in my head for a few weeks. I let it really soak in after awhile. That Cullen boy…I always thought of him. He was a strange boy, because I would always catch him staring at me. He had moved the day after the whole thing happened, and I found myself frequently wasting hours on the computer and reading about the supernatural for weeks. But now, I had a theory. It was very far off, but it was solid in my mind.
So, after the supernatural entered my life, I had nowhere to turn that was a sure road. But it didn't matter; because the only rode lead to a man I'd known since about my whole life here in Forks. He might not know much, but even a hint would help. So, uncertain about the outcome but confident about my thoughts, I turned to Billy.