A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.

Chapter 21

Bella and I spent some more time just chatting before we went our separate ways. I learned that she lives just east of this spot, in which the house was a vacation home her parents had. She even felt comfortable enough to open up to me a little.

"When I was a kid, my mom would always read me poems and fairytales. She said that poems could be powerful, no matter the length. They can heal, cause pain, express true feelings, or encourage, or make you think." She'd held up her book, "This was hers. She'd write her own or write any she found, whether they were beautifully sweet or depressingly sad."

She went on to say that it wasn't just a book of poems, but quotes and advice as well. She had quoted Marilyn Monroe's "Imperfection is Beauty," and Kurt Cobain and Buddha, even Forest Gump's "Life is a box of chocolates…" She said that one always made her want chocolate, even after she realized what it meant.

I had noticed she would use past tense, but when I asked, she just simply said, "She's around somewhere." Fair enough, I suppose. I am just a stranger after all.

Since she shared some things about herself, it only seemed fair I do the same. She's 25, I'm 26. She's five-foot-four, while I'm exactly six feet. I tell her that I live in the house just south of where we are and that my Uncle wanted me to have it. I also told her about how excited I am to be an uncle. She tells me that she's an only child and but is godmother to her best friends' two-year old daughter.

When she started to leave, I had to ask. "Do you believe in fate?"

She stopped walking and turned half way back and said, "I believe in signs."

And she continued on walking while I just stood there. I wasn't sure if she meant what I think she meant. All I know is that I wanted to spend more time with her. I don't think we're at the point where I can just stop by, but maybe if we happen to see each other out here it would be okay.

By the time I reach my house, it's about quarter after three and I feel sleepy again. I put the flashlight and blanket away, then head for the bathroom. I do my nightly routine and go to bed. I'm guessing that I won't have a dream tonight with it being past the time frame.

Oh, I certainly hope not.

A/N: Do you think he'll be spared from a dream?