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Chapter 2

Edella POV

I get on with Seth, Collin and Brady pretty well. The younger kids in the packs. So, after getting my fill of blood, I decided to head over to La Push to visit the packs.

Leah, Embry and Quil were on patrol. Sam had quit because of Emily. Paul, too, would be quitting soon, for Rachel. Jake and Nessie didn't have to worry about this. They quit either because their imprint was having a baby or because they would age together with their imprint. If Jake didn't quit, he wouldn't age. And my sister, no matter what she did, would never age.

And guess what I saw when I entered Emily's cottage?

Nessie sitting on Jacob's lap. He was cuddling her and straddling her. How nice. What wouldn't I give to be in Nessie's position right now. She probably didn't realize how lucky she was. How many girls would kill to have Jake glance once in their direction. But no. I understood imprinting well. Well as any werewolf would understand. They didn't see other girls anymore. My heart sank to the bottom of the Red Sea and stayed there. Of course, I couldn't show my affection for Jake. I tried hard not to think about things like this when my father was around. Maybe I had slipped, once or twice. I didn't care.

When Nessie saw me she stood up and smiled. Jacob stood up with her, too, as if there were steel cables tied to her from his chest. There probably were. He wrapped one arm around her waist. I approached her slowly, not looking at Jacob.

"Hey, Edella," she spoke softly. Oh, yes. Something else that was always perfect. Much better than mine: a perfect voice. And I couldn't doubt those words. Her voice sounded like tinkling music notes, each one light and distinct. Whilst mine, in comparison, sounded coarse and rough.

I tried not to sulk and attempted to smile. I ruffled her bronze hair playfully. I felt the utterly smooth texture of her hair. It seemed as though every single strand of her hair had been coated with some, oh I don't know, extra-silky-smooth-satin? Maybe. "Hi, sis," I replied, sounding as cheerful as possible.

I once heard this phrase, If you truly love someone, you will let them go. I loved my sister. We did everything together. We always shared. We hardly ever quarreled. So why did everything change when I started to like Jake?

Did I love Nessie enough, enough to let Jake go to her? Sure, even if she'd never loved Jacob, he'd have won her heart, someday. Was imprinting as strong as anything? Was there an antidote, like there were to all love potions in magical romances? I didn't think so. If he hadn't imprinted on her…would he still have fallen in love with her? I would have had a chance. Damn imprinting.

I opened my mouth, and paced myself carefully. "Sis…I've got something to tell you." At my words, Nessie stepped closer to me and put one hand on my shoulder, half in confusion and curiosity, and half in sudden alarm. Jacob stepped with her. It was kind of cute, if it hadn't been so annoying. If she wasn't with the man I loved, I might just have been rolling on the floor laughing. The way he always mirrored her actions, always by her side. I added quietly, "Privately, please."

Nessie maneuvered deftly out of Jake's grip on her waist. "I'll see you later!" she whispered to him as I led her out of the cottage. Feeling sure that the werewolves would still be able to hear us, I took her to a deeper part of the wood, where the trees grew dense and thick around us. If one hadn't known better, one would have thought the trees had poked a hole in the sky! This was the perfect place to tell her…to confess.

"Yeah, 'Della, what'd you want to tell me?" Nessie didn't seem to take this seriously.

"This is important." I smoothed down the hem of my mint-green miniskirt and sat down on a moss-covered log, pulling Nessie down with me. Aunt Alice wasn't going to be happy, but that was fine. I'd deal with her later. Alice seemed to be the only one in the family who treated my sister and me as equals. "Okay, so I know that Jacob has imprinted on you and he loves you like nothing else in the world and you love him like that as well and he would be willing to die for you and sacrifice everything and you in return you are the perfect match and I don't want to-"

Nessie cut me off, sounding so cool and calm. "Just where is this conversation heading, Edella?"

I swallowed hard and mustered up all my courage. "I-I'm in love with Jacob Black!" I whispered. For a moment I considered running off into the woods, but stopped myself. Okay, so Nessie would really get upset, whether I stayed or not. But running off would probably depress her further and make me look like a coward. I wasn't about to let others, even my own sister, think that I was a coward in love. I would stand up and fight for the one man whom I loved, without hurting my sister. Although the winner was already clear, I wouldn't give up. If only imprinting could be undone, could be reversed, if only it had an antidote.

Nessie sat up, her back ramrod straight, like that of a professional ballet dancer whose every movement was tipped with grace and perfect posture. "What…what did you…you say?"

"I'm so sorry, Renesmee, but I can't-or rather, I couldn't-help it. I know he's attracted to you, and you only, and I promise that I won't…ruin your relationship anyhow. I'll just be honest with you. I don't expect that anything will happen, but he's simply…quite irresistible, if I'm speaking the truth. You know what I mean. And of course, you two are the perfect match. I won't interfere, but I'll quietly sit by the sidelines and watch my sister."

Nessie inched closer to me and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Edella. I know I've wanted Jacob all to myself, and I admit that it was very selfish of me to want that, to even hope for that. I've often wondered that, since it's very likely that Jake has other admirers or women out there…but I never thought it would be you. And I don't trust myself that I'd be able to share…" A spark twinkled mischievously in Nessie's beautiful brown eyes. "Although we've shared everything in the past! I really do hope you'll understand, Edella…and I don't think he will like-or mind-being shared." She sighed deeply and looked at me, incredibly serious now. I was lost in the depths of her large eyes for a moment, even impressed by their sheer beauty, amazed by them. Then I snapped out of it. Back into reality, where I belonged. I would never go up to those starry, dreamy skies of happily ever after-and nowhere in the world, had I thought, did eternal happiness exist. Every romance had its ups and downs. Even Romeo and Juliet, if they had survived till forever, I didn't think they would have lived through this period without any quarreling. Even the sweetest, closest, most perfectly matched couples…

But even so, in a fairytale land-that's where they belonged, Jake and Nessie, and all those other imprinted couples-Sam and Emily, Paul and Rachel, Jared and Kim, even Quil and Claire, although Claire was only eleven. They would be there someday. And me? No. Earth to Edella, where I would always stay. Kept from the man I truly loved, never able to rise up to the air, to play amongst the fluffy white clouds…

Never.

Such a definite, strong word. How many hearts could this word break? How many romances could this word destroy? How many loves would be kept apart, just because of this word? Suddenly, I was sure of the answer-not the exact number, but that there had been many, many…

Forever.

A definite word as well. Full of bliss, ringing with joy, singing with happiness, radiating love and pure sweetness…

But it could also mean the end. A beginning. A new life? Possibly, if you were immortal. I believed that, in the completely human world, forever did not exist. Living in doubt and fear, not knowing when you would die. Was it this way for humanity? I would never know, and did not want to know. I wanted to have my forever with Jacob-now a distant dream, an impossible fantasy. Thinking about it used to be nice. But now, thinking about it caused me great pain. Knowing you would never be able to get there. Knowing there was a hole in your heart that could never be mended unless a certain man, who was in love with your sister, promised you his love.

Pain.

Also that. Pain came in so many forms, all with one thing in common. To bring torture. Hurt. Suffering. There was pain-physically, verbally, emotionally, mentally…so many. From stomachaches to bullying, from headaches to seeing a nasty comment made by a classmate online about you. Simple kinds of pain, simple things to cure the pain. Stop the pain from flooding through you. Washing through your body, preventing all your systems from working properly. Why did it have to be this way? Was there a rule, then, that one could not live through life without suffering at least once? Not just simple suffering, like a headache. But true suffering, almost like torture, maybe even worse. Emotional pain especially. How deeply a young girl can feel!