"Bella…" the voice called. It was warm and husky. I knew this voice, my whole body responded to it.

"Bella, where are you?" The voice grew concerned and I stumbled through the damp green forest. There was a break in the tree's just ahead, a tunnel of light and the soft sound of waves. No matter how quickly I moved, it never grew closer. I outstretched my hand and pushed myself further.

"Bella…" he called again, his voice twisted with anguish. I felt the tears begin to pool in my eyes, I had to get to him. He needs me.

I woke with a start that morning, the sound of my book thudding to the wooden floor bringing me into consciousness. I sat up slowly, still shaken by my dream. Something had been nagging in the back of my mind for the last few weeks. Something I was forgetting. Someone I couldn't remember, some important detail of my life.

I shrugged off my uneasy feeling, and grabbed my bathroom bag. I took a quick shower, not able to concentrate on anything but my dream. I trudged slowly down the stairs, still towel-drying my hair. As I sat there eating my cheerio's meticulously, I felt the sudden urge to leave. I had to get out of the house, I felt like there was somewhere I needed to be. Edward was out of town visiting Alice and Jasper. He did not want me to go this time, he felt the temptation of him alone was pushing it. Still so over-protective. I smiled wistfully at the thought of him, so unchanged except for one big detail.

Edward was no longer careful with me. He was playful, tender, and much more light-hearted. I cleared out my bowl, threw my towel into the laundry room, and headed upstairs. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, stepped into my shoes and was flying downstairs. I snatched my car keys and rain coat and was out the door.

I sat in the familiar cab for a moment, and a sense of déjà vu hit me. I inhaled deeply the scent of tobacco, peppermint, and gasoline. Images began to swamp my mind of Jacob.. Jacob! How could I forget my Jacob? Was he okay? Did he remember anything? Did he remember me? I sped as fast as I could in my ancient truck down the familiar highway. The road to La Push was like muscle memory to me now. I pulled in front of the familiar little house, my heart bounding through my chest.

I forced my limbs to move, and carefully walked to the front door. With my stomach doing back flips, I timidly knocked. After waiting a few moments, I gathered my courage, and using my fist knocked again. I could feel my hoped drop as the realization set in. Nobody was home. He wasn't here. I sat in my truck not knowing what to do. As I started the ignition, inspiration struck.

I couldn't face going home. Sitting in the empty house, so full of memories of Jake would surely drive me mad. I drove carefully, remembering the way to the beach. As I walked along the sand, I knew what I was looking for. The one physical thing that could tie us both to this place. I sat slowly on the long piece of driftwood, which had become ours. I shut my eyes and let a few tears escape.

I must have been sitting there for at least a half hour before I heard the crunch of footsteps behind me. Disappointment washed through me as I spotted a boy walking on the beach. Probably a local kid, I didn't get a good look at him. I turned and stared dejectedly into the crashing waves. As the footsteps grew louder, I became more alert.

"Bella.." I slowly stood, my legs shaking. As I turned to face the boy, my breath quickened. I looked him up, and down. He seemed familiar. As our eyes locked, my hand flew to my throat. I would recognize the dark beautiful eyes even in death.