Chapter 3
We've finished unpacking the new house.
It's small and quaint and easier to take care of.
I've already started making plans for my garden in the front. I was surprised James even let me have a garden. Lately he's been in a good mood.
Right now he's at work. I take this opportunity to clean the house again. I know James likes a very clean home to come to.
I make sure every nook and cranny is spotless. Books and CD's are organized, the food in right order. I pull out the stuff to make dinner tonight.
When that's all done I make a new list of things to do.
He's pleased when he comes home.
Which is good
Very good
He actually compliments on the dinner.
I smile. Maybe all we needed was to start over.
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The next day I head into town to buy flower seeds and fertilizer.
It's a small town, but I like it. People are nice here.
The sales clerk is an older woman and introduces herself as Martha. I smile and tell her my name.
"New into town?" she drawls. Her southern twang is very prominent.
I nod, "Me and my husband moved here from Phoenix."
"Well isn't that nice, dear." she smiles. I tell her about the house.
"You must live on cherry tree lane."
I look at her in surprise and she laughs.
"Oh honey it's a small town. You live here long enough and you'll know where everything is."
"There's another house next to us a ways down but I've never seen anyone." I say.
She sighs. "That would be the house of Edward Cullen."
"Who?"
"That young man has lived there all his life. I recon he's never left the town much. Keeps to himself he does. Don't be surprised if he never shows himself."
I drove home with my things, thinking about what she said.
I guess in a way I envy him. This man I never met. How he hides himself away. I wish I could hide. Fly away, even.
To be able to leave
I don't dare hope anymore
Hope is dangerous
I sometimes pretend though. That I have courage, that I was brave.
That night with James sleeping next to me I pretend I get out of bed, walk down the hall, and out the front door. Its dark out but I don't care. I walk down the street.
I don't know where I'm going and I don't care.
Anywhere is better than here
I finally fall asleep, dreaming of far off places.
