EPOV:

Jan-

Self-control was easier then I thought It would have been, I was happy that the sunlight didn't mess with us like in those old horror films I used to watch. Sure, my eyes were brown instead of their old dark green, but on the up side I have rock hard abs, literally. And being cold to the touch is better than dead right? This half life, and besides, Emmett and Rosalie were very sweet, sometimes they were too generous to me… they were helping me pay for UCSB, Cheers to my first day of college I guess, alone.

BPOV:

Feb-

I remember the first time I opened my doom room door, there was Angela, waiting for me. The sweetest person I have ever meet, we are both Psychology majors and she showed me the ropes right off the bat. So far the semester has been great, my favorite class is Tuesdays and Thursdays with Angela 2nd hour, we have Mr. Hendry for Sociology. He says that at the end of the year he will pair us up with people from his other classes and take a week trip to an Indian reservation to interact and observe. Meanwhile we talk about the effects of society on people, breaking it down generation wise. Angela and I have a blast in that class. True, the food here is way better, and my classes are pretty amazing, but I still miss Alice at home. We talk every other day and email every few hours, apparently things with her and Jasper are for the long run. And, of course I still miss him… I wasn't going to tell anyone, I was going to keep my past in the past, but seeing as I talk in my sleep it was hard. I woke up one night screaming his name, reliving that night, that's when she asked. In the end, Im glad I ended up telling her, I think to myself as I walk into the student union for lunch.

" Hey Bella!" Angela waves me over from the other side of the Cafeteria, "How was first hour?" She asked when I finally made my way over to here.

"Blah, if only I had passed AP stats, I wouldn't be stuck taking class from Mr. Mode." was my reply.

She laughs, "Math is my week point too."

Edwards was, I thought to myself, I sat down after grabbing a turkey wrap. That's when I saw him, my mind playing with me, Edwards, I would have sworn it was Edward talking to Mike across the cafeteria. I blinked, and this boy was still there, but he wasn't my Edward, my Edward wasn't as pale as this man, and his eyes were brown, mine's were a deep green. No, this guy across the cafeteria was a tease, a haunt from my past. Edward, my Edward was dead, and no one could change that. Angela was ranting on about some project she was working on for Mr. Leach.

I spent the rest of my day in a daze, and that night my nightmare was unforgettable, leaving me to wake in a cool sweat.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear.

I gazed up at him, we were in our favorite park, one he found when we were kids, one we had made our own. The park became our escape from reality. My response was to snuggle closer into his arms and lay my head on his heart.

I smiled in my sleep, he may be dead, but I was always happy when he visited me in my dreams, but this wasn't a dream. All of the sudden Edward grew ice cold, stone cold, I looked up at him, his smile was still beautiful, but too beautiful, and his eyes, his eyes were blood red.