I woke up to find Jake still asleep. I looked at the clock next to my bed, it was just after seven. I guessed that it was about ten o'clock last night in Forks, I wasn't sure though, I was all over the place with times. I never usually woke up this early. I rolled over, closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep but my mind wouldn't let me, it was buzzing with thoughts I didn't want to have in my head, my memories had a way of coming back to me at very inconvenient times, reminding me of places and times I have tried so hard to forget.

My fingers ran over my scar on their on accord, it was considerably colder than the rest of my skin and made me think back to a time that I would have given anything to wake up next to him again, to be near him, to hear him talk, laugh, anything. Behind my eyelids I could see a faint glimmer of topaz, without thinking I tried to focus on the spot of colour. It suddenly split into two rings, each set in a dark pit. I concentrated harder and realised whose eyes I was looking into, it was his face. The clearest I had seen it in years. My eyes snapped open as I sat bolt upright. I didn't want to be reminded of him.

I decided to get up and have a shower try to take my mind off certain subjects, hopefully by the time I had finished Jake would be awake and we would be able to get some food and the go exploring. On my way to the bathroom in glanced out of the window, it was a beautiful sight. The sun had just risen, and was casting a stunning pink-orange glow on everything within sight. I rummaged in my bag and found my camera. I went back over to the window and took a picture of the amazing sight. I then turned back to Jake and snapped a shot of him curled up in his bed, he looked like a little kid.

We had this battle going on during the holiday, trying to get silly pictures of each other. It had started on the 4th day of our trip when Jake had been 'taking a picture of the door' as I came out of the bathroom after having a shower and refused to delete the picture of me wearing only a towel and looking very soggy. Needless to say I wasn't impressed so later that day, just after eating lunch I locked Jake out of the car, it wouldn't have been too bad, if it hadn't been raining that is! I had taken a picture of him calling it payback, he was not amused. Now four months in to our expedition and we had kept it going all this time, we were just about half way through the route we had planned.

I dropped my camera back into my bag and went into the bathroom. The water was too cold and I couldn't work out how to change the temperature. After lots of twisting of taps and pressing of buttons I got the temperature just about right, it was still a bit too cold for my liking but the likelihood of burning myself was too high if I continued.

While washing my hair my thoughts drifted of their own accord and I found myself reminiscing again. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head but that only made me dizzy. Why would my mind not let go?

He lied to me. As if he had 'never existed'? Yes, he had managed to take away the material things solid proof and evidence, things that would confirm truth in a courtroom, but he couldn't take my memories and although they wouldn't be substantial evidence in a trial they were still significant to me. Okay maybe they proved me crazy, insane, any other words people liked to use behind my back, when they thought I wasn't listening, but I believed them, I knew them to be true and that was all that mattered.

Time heals all wounds for 'my kind'? No. Only the amount of time he had-unlimited-would ever be enough time for me to even start healing. It had been over three years and I still felt as though it was yesterday, as though my chest would explode if I thought of any of them too much.

I gave up with the shower and dried myself off before getting dressed for the day. I had got into the habit of looking out of the bathroom after I had finished my showers-even when I was fully clothed-in case there was a camera lurking around the corner, I don't like pictures of myself. I was safe Jake was awake but was facing the opposite direction, flicking through the channels on the TV, probably trying to find something he understood. That was the trouble with being in Italy, neither of us spoke the language. He hadn't noticed me exit the bathroom.

"Morning," he almost jumped at the sound of my voice; I saw his shoulders rise slightly. He turned his head to me.

"Hey" he gave me a slight smile. As much as he can manage in the morning.

"Anything good on?"

"Nope, you finished in there?" he pointed to the bathroom.

"Yep"

"Cool, give me ten minutes and then we can go exploring. Okay?"

I nodded as he walked past me and handed me the TV remote. I flicked though the channels. He was right, there was nothing on.

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