Dear Alec,

I bet you have gotten my previous letter by now. I sent it a week ago, I don't know how long it takes for them to reach you. Could it really have only been a week since I got here in La Push? It seems so much longer. The seconds are dragging by so slowly. I hope it is this way for you too and I'm not sounding too overly obsessed.

Jacob is doing his best to keep me entertained. I think he has figured out something happened back in Volterra, but he is smart enough to know I'm not going to tell him. He is trying to take my mind off of it. He is self-employed as a mechanic, so his schedule is pretty flexible. We have been motorcycling, surfing (the water is freezing though!), out to the movies, and hunting this week.

He could leave me at home watching cartoons all day for all I care though, because none of it makes me forget you. Of course not. How could I even for a split second forget about you?

I wish you could right me back. I need to hear your words at least considering I can't hear your voice. I need to know you're thinking about me, remembering me. I need to know I haven't already drifted to the back of your mind. Only a couple more weeks though.

Yesterday Jake got called off to work on his friend Quil's car. I decided to go exploring, knowing I wouldn't get too many opportunities to. And guess where I ended up? In the clearing where your coven came to destroy mine when I was little. It brought back memories. That was a scary day. One of the scariest times of my life. I thought you were going to destroy my whole family.

I wonder what would have happened if Mom didn't have a shield. If you were the one who had to kill me, I wonder if you would have paused. Maybe hesitated a moment. Even though I was a child, I wonder if maybe something in your heart might have told you to think twice before killing me. Probably not, and you probably would have shrugged it off if it did, but still. It is romantic to think about.

I have to go; Jake and I are going on a walk down memory lane in my hometown of Forks. This should be interesting. I miss you.

Hugs and kisses,

Renesmee ~

I seal the paper inside an envelope, sticking on a stamp with an American flag on it. I'll drop it off at the post office next chance I get.

"Nes, you ready?" Jake hollers from the kitchen. I stow the letter away inside the nightstand and close my bedroom door behind me. We hop in Jake's car and head out of the reservation. Soon we are in Forks. Jake takes me by the high school where Mom and Dad met, telling me about the time he stole Mom away from there on the back of his motorcycle. I laugh at that. Mom ditching school and going against Dad to run off on the back of a motorcycle with a muscled bad boy?

Jake shows me where Mom used to live with her dad, my grandpa Charlie. Charlie passed away just a month before we left Forks due to a heart attack. That was the first loss I ever had to cope with.

We drive around town, Jake pointing out things to me here and there. I try to see all of it. Mom, a shy human girl, coming to a dreary small town and finding herself falling in love with a vampire. Battling through all the odds this love takes. Becoming tangled up in a love triangle with a vampire and shape shifter. I can hardly imagine any of it.

Before I know it, Jake is winding his car down the driveway of my old house. Soon we are standing outside in front of the looming white mansion. The grass if very overgrown and weeds have taken over Esme's beloved flowerbed. The steps to the door creak beneath my feet as I walk up them.

I use a bobby pin from my pocket to unlock the door, not wanting to break it in case we ever decide to move back here. I step inside the musty old house covered in a blanket of dust. All the furniture have white sheets over them. If I breathe in deeply though, I can smell traces of my family. I have flashbacks of my time here, Alice prancing around and snapping pictures of me constantly, Rose brushing through my long hair, Emmett and Jasper fighting, things like that. Little things. Things that still occur, but just seem different somehow.

"Are you okay, Nes?" Jake asks, seeing the tears well up in my eyes.

"Fine. I just miss this place." I wipe a tear away from the rim of my eye. I go around to all the furniture, pulling off the white sheets to reveal white couches and chairs in pristine condition. I lay on the white couch, breathing in scents from the cushions. I can definitely smell Mom, and I think that might be Alice also.

"I miss it here too." Jake says, walking to the back wall filled with windows and stroking the pane. I go stand next to him, peering out in the back yard. That place was filled with so many memories. Now the grass is overgrown, Esme's garden is dead, and it looks totally abandoned.. Which I guess it is.

I walk back through the backyard towards where I remember a stream being. I loved playing there with Mom, Jasper, Emmett, and Jake when I was little.

What I found was very unexpected. The stream had dried up somehow in this rainy town of forks, leaving a muddy indention in the earth. It seemed like a sign to me, being as paranoid as I am. It said that our time here was done. The river had dried up, just like our lives in Forks. We wouldn't be coming back. The thought made me sad. I have always looked forward to the day when we would come back here.

I keep walking at a human pace through the forest, knowing Jake is trailing behind me but not caring. I touch all the trees I pass. Finally I find myself at the place I was searching for. The little fairytale cottage my family built for my parents and I.

Well, it used to look like a fairytale. Now the garden is a lifeless mess, the pond on the patio is filled with grime and dirt. The roof has been worn down by weather. But surprisingly, the thing I really notice is that there is no smoke curling from the chimney. When I lived here, there was always a fire burning in the fireplace.

I walk inside, going from room to room and touching everything. The last place I stop is my old room. There is a rocking chair in it with an empty bookshelf next to it. There is a small bed that looks fit for a child no older than five or six that lacks sheets, pillows, and a comforter. I sit down on it, reliving memories of Mom rocking me to sleep while reading me poetry and Dad taking me out on runs in the early morning.

"Maybe you guys will come back to live here one day." Jake says in a low, husky voice filled with hope from the doorway of my room. I slowly lay down on my bed, curling up into a ball. I shake my head slowly.

"No. The Cullens have interfered with the lives of the people of Forks too much already. We have moved on, and we won't be coming back."