I'm standing on a beach. It's not a perfect, sunny beach day. The sand is smooth and white. Instead, the sky is dark and the sand is coarse. It is windy and waves are crashing against the shore. I have a white dress on and nothing else.

Looking out at the stormy water I can see boats. There are thousands of hundreds of boats, some are close and some are very, very far from the shore. Looking behind me I can see other people. I can't see their faces but I can see that they are dressed in white.

I think, is this heaven? Did I die? This doesn't feel like death though, it feels like something else entirely.

"Rosalie," I hear a voice behind me. I look and see a person in white stepping forward, squinting my eyes I see my mother. I think, oh, my gosh, I must be dead.

"Mom," I whisper.

Now my mother is right in front of me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and smiles.

"Turn around, Rosie-baby, now is not your time," she says to me. When I simply stand in awe, looking at her, she smiles. She turns me and points at a boat, far from the shore. It slowly starts to get clearer, as It does she says, "He needs you." When she says that I see who is on the boat and if my heart wasn't already beating this slowly, I am sure it would.

I nod my head and walk out to the water. I step into a boat that appears at the shore. As soon as I am inside it speeds away, all the way up to Emmett's boat. Where, I will keep it, because, like my mother said, he needs me.

*****

I open my eyes; I can tell that I'm in my room. I don't know why I'm not at a hospital or something, but I don't care. I don't care because right next to me, sitting on my bed is Emmett. There is nobody else here and I have no idea why. I don't care though; he is the only one I want to be here.

"Emmett," I whisper. He looks at me, surprised that I am awake. He wipes his eyes and I know he was crying.

"Rose," he says, and I see him smile.

"What happened to me?" I ask him, his smile turning to a frown.

"You were poisoned."

"How?"

"Your water."

"Oh."

"Yeah... it's definitely not a normal poisoning tactic, that's why I didn't realize the poison was even there."

"Its okay, Emmett."

"No it isn't. It is my job to protect you and I didn't. Do you know how close you were to dieing? Do you even know how long it has been since your interview?"

"Um… a day?" he's right. I don't know how close I really was. It had to have been close if I was on the shores of Heaven, if I was able to see my mom.

"Try three days, Rose."

"Th-three?" I can't believe him. There is no way that it has been that long. However, his expression shows how serious he is, and I know that he isn't lying.

"You were in the hospital for one day. You've been laying here for two."

"Oh my god."

I feel my eyes grow wide. I'm hyperventilating and I need to sit up. I try and sit up but I think I sit up to quickly. My head begins to get fuzzy and I feel like I'm going to pass out again.

"Whoa," says Emmett. He moves onto the bed or, so he is sitting across from me. Then he takes my shoulders and holds me steady. "Are you okay?" he asks me. I look into his eyes and know how concerned he is. I nod my head, because the dizzy feeling has begun to go away.

Looking to my right I see my reflection in the mirror. I can say that I am surprised. For some reason I had thought that I would see myself in that white dress from before. However, I am in a tank top and shorts… my usual choice of pajamas. I wiggle out of the covers and swing my feet around the side of my bed. When my feet touch the floor I shiver but I stand up anyway.

When I stand up I feel nauseous, like I might throw up. So, I 'run' to the bathroom. As I am about to hurl I hear Emmett enter, I try to shoo him away with my hand but he doesn't leave. Instead, he takes my hair in one of his big hands and stands there until I am done. He didn't have to that, but it was so sweet of him to.

After I'm done I just sit on the floor. I'm too tired and queasy feeling to stand. Emmett sits down next to me and I smile. Something about him comforts me it makes me feel like I won't be hurt, ever. Looking at him I realize that he is wearing what he wore the day of the interview. Seeing this makes me feel happy, it makes me feel like he didn't want to leave me, even to change his clothes. I feel myself start to doze off and as I am about to fall asleep I am picked up.

"I'm flying," I hear myself mutter. I don't know why, I say this, but I suppose it really does seem like I am flying. I land on my bed and Emmett pulls up the covers.

"Sleep, Rose," he whispers and then I fall into a sleep, where I am flying through the air and when I am ready to land, Emmett's strong arms are there to catch me.

Oh! How romantic! So, who thinks Emmett will tell Rose how he feels? Who thinks Rose will tell him her feelings first? Review… and maybe you'll find out. Oh, by the way... there will be a link on my profile for you all to check out Rosalie's white dress and her .