Elle got in her car, sighing. Jake had just come to tell her he loved Renesmee not her, and it couldn't work. She beat her head into the steering wheel, it honked repeatedly. The holidays were over, it was a New Year, and she had started it off totally wrong. Elle took off towards the bar, she worked there every night singing and cleaning. She didn't need this job, she had wanted it. She'd been saving money for 700 years now, and especially the past 100. Times had been tough, but she'd gotten through them.

She sighed, shaking the last drops of water out of her hair. Elle didn't want this job anymore. She didn't want to go to school, or do anything. She just wanted to get away, go to Antarctica or Nepal, somewhere with few people. She thought of what Jake called that kiss, on the log. A goodbye kiss. Elle wanted it to be goodbye. She slowed at the bar in Port Angeles, parking in back and locking her car up.

Elle grabbed a broom, sweeping, thinking of Jake. She didn't hear the people coming in, or the guys catcalling. Elle just dusted and swept. Then, she changed into her dress, and sang. She had worked 12 hours, it was now one in the morning. Elle yawned, getting off the stage and smiling at her boss, Ernie. Then, he handed Elle her paycheck, she got paid every night she worked.

She grabbed her hoodie, walking outside into pouring rain, letting it soak in to her bones. Elle heard some guy trying to take her home, she didn't care. She laughed, smiled and said "No, thank you." Politely, getting in her car and driving back to her house. Elle walked in her house, locking the door behind her and flipping on the light. She gasped as she saw Bella sitting there, on her table.

"Alice told me you would be here…" Bella said, getting up and walking towards her, not breathing.

Elle smiled slightly, putting her hoodie on her couch. "Well, here I am…" She said, smiling.

"I heard what happened between you and Jake from Edward." Bella said, reaching her ice cold hand out to touch Elle's gently.

Elle stiffened, looking at the floor. "I'm fine. It's no big deal…" she said curtly, looking up and putting on a faint smile.

Bella nodded, and she left. Elle sighed, walking into her kitchen and grabbing a bottle of vitamin water, drinking it down quickly. She laid down on her couch, turning on the TV. Then, she smelled Rosalie. A faint knock at her door. She got up, opening it. Rose reached out, hugging her slightly, awkwardly.

Elle smiled. "What brings you here?" she asked.

"Emmett said not to be long, because he wants to… Well, never you mind that. Its just… No one understands what I've been through. Edward kind of does, because he knows my mind. But… You do. I just came to say, I'm here for you…" Rose said, awkwardly, then turned and ran away.

Elle smiled, confused, and closed her door, leaving it unlocked in case any other visitors came by.

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Months later, Jake hadn't changed his mind. School was over, and Elle had graduated again. It was finally summer, she was free. The past four months had been monotonous, boring. She sighed, driving towards the Cullen's house. She hadn't gone there since Jake and her had had that problem. Elle stopped, parking far away from the house, near the clearing. She could smell Nessie, and she ran into the clearing, smiling. Nessie was there, by herself, and she had grown. She looked about six or seven now. Elle smiled, and Nessie ran up to her and hugged her. "I missed you Aunt Elle." she said.

"I missed you too, Nessie! You grew so much." she said. Nessie tugged at her hand, leading her back to the house.

"Jake missed you, too. He said you wouldn't come back but I knew you would!" Nessie said.

Elle stiffened, but continued to let Nessie drag her. It got silent. She hugged Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rose, Emmett, and Esme, then climbed up the stairs to her room. She had said that she was tired, but she was really just getting away from Jake. Alistair had gone his own way, and she didn't know when she would see him again. Carlisle was at work. Bella and Edward were off in their cabin, doing God-knows-what. She fell asleep on her bed, for the first time feeling at home again.