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It all happened so quickly. First, I was sitting on a tree branch; then I was falling.

I felt the wind rush by as I fell, but I never did touch the ground. Right beneath was the river than ran through the center of the meadow, but I didn't fall in it. I was in someone's arms, and I was surprised. Daniel was holding me as he stood on the small piece of earth that wasn't in the water. I was gasping as I looked at the grin on his face.

"And so you fell," he teased.

I took in a deep breath.

"I think I was "falling"…" I didn't finish confessing.

"You were falling…" Daniel said, urging me to continue.

"I think I was just falling in love with you…all over again." I was crimson before and after I said it. I didn't dare look at his, fearing his reaction. So I was caught off guard when he took my chin, raising my face to look at him. He was beautiful.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, especially if the other person feels the same way."

With that, still standing on the edge of the piece of earth, he bent his head down until his cold marble lips pressed gently against mine with a tenderness I couldn't describe. It was as if he were trying not to hurt me.

I didn't know what happened after that but my mind disconnected from my brain and I had no control of what I was doing. My blood boiled beneath my skin like magma ready to shoot out of a volcano. I was suddenly kissing him with passion. I'd never experienced anything like this-something that could make me lose all control. I suddenly realized I would never again be able to be a whole without Daniel-not that I ever was.

Suddenly, it felt as if I was kissing a rock-unmoving and hard. I opened my eyes slowly and saw his guarded expression.

"Too much?" I said, breathless.

"That's an understatement." His voice was still calm.

I bit my lip in embarrassment. He really did dazzle me enough for that to happen.

"You shouldn't take my…self-control for granted. It's too dangerous. What if I had been the one to lose control? I wouldn't forgive myself if I hurt you," he explained in a velvet voice.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

He didn't say anything else. Instead, he walked around to the other side of the tree where there was more room for me to stand on. He set me down on the ground besides him. I looked out, seeing nothing. I was in thought, thinking about what had just happened.

Then Daniel groaned.

I looked up at him and saw his face was in an almost pained expression.

"What is it, Daniel?" I asked, concerned.

"I have to tell you something else. It may seem unnatural and weird," he said, "and I don't know why me, if Edward has something similar. I don't understand much, but…" He trailed off, leaving me to wonder what he meant.

"What are you thinking?" It surprised me that he would ask me that. I didn't know what to say. What if it bothered him what I was thinking?

"Um…I…well…"

"You know about the thing with the animals, right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well, it's kind of the same as with humans-except I can't turn into one. I can hear their thoughts-like Edward. They don't understand it fully, but they have their own theory."

I smiled. "Maybe we are related to monkeys, after all," I suggested, trying to break his down mood. It worked. He laughed loudly. His laugh like the sound of bells,

"That seems like a good explanation," he laughed. Then he abruptly stopped. "But it you whose mind I can't read. I got irritated-sorry. After what just happened, you were so thoughtful, and I was wondering if you regretted me having done that. I'll take the blame," he said.

"No! I didn't regret it, but you are going to have to take the blame for something," I said in a serious tone. His eyes widened, seeing my face, waiting for my reply. "You're going to have to take the blame for being the first ever to kiss me. I should lock you up for that crime." I smiled instantly, not being able to contain myself any longer.

His expression lightened.

"Bring on the shackles. I'm your prisoner," he answered, amused and relieved, holding up his hands for me.

"I may take you up on that offer-if you're willing to be held prisoner for all eternity, and after," I replied, taking my hands and placing them on his wrists.

"As long as you're happy," he offered. And with one slight movement, he had his hands gripping mine.

He started to pull me along toward the meadow where the grass was, the sun. Stepping out of the shadows of the tree, I was met again with Daniel's diamond like skin. I was fascinated all over again.

"I just realized today, that if you had never come into my life, I'd probably never be complete, a whole…happy," I informed.

He smiled down at me. We walked a few meter farther and then Daniel gracefully sat down on the grass. With one hand, he patted the spot next to him, for me to sit. I sat, not as gracefully, though. He grinned.

I stared at him, searching for at least one flaw, something that would make him a little closer to being acceptable for me. For sure I wasn't meant to end up with a god like him.

He stared back, looking at me with the same curious and intent eyes. I could feel the burning in my cheeks. What was he thinking of me?

"You're beautiful."

I thought I would hyperventilate, but instead, I stopped breathing and my heart skipped a beat.

"I thought you said you couldn't read my mind," I debated.

He looked confused. "What do you mean? I just wanted to let you know that you're beautiful."

I looked away, ashamed. He was being sincere. And I had thought he had read my mind! I guess we were just thinking about the same subject at the same time.

I heard the sound of soft motion besides me and turned to find Daniel lying down on the cool grass, his eyes closed, with a serene smile on his lips. It was the sight of a fallen angel. All he needed was to mysteriously grow white wings.

I hadn't noticed him calling my name until I felt his touch on my hand. I looked at his face, then.

"Why are you smiling like that?" he asked, suddenly tracing my lips.

Realizing how I was smiling, I suddenly frowned. "I'm sorry; I'm always wandering in my mind. Is there something you needed?"

"First of all, I want to see a smile on your face again. And second of all, I was wondering, maybe we could name this place. This can be our special place," he suggested. I liked the sound of it: 'our special place'.

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Not exactly; we should call it something that has to do with us both." He pulled my hand, making me lay down, too. "What is something you like?"

I thought for a moment, not sure of what to say. Then it came to me.

"I love music."

He turned his head to face me.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

My heart started thumping rapidly again.

"How about Symphony Meadow?" he suggested.

"That sounds great. And maybe we should have parts of our name, like…I've got it! Beth-aniel's Symphony Meadow," I announced. His eyes were almost in a liquid form as I said it. He looked proud.

"I like the sound of that. Though, to make it official,"-he got up so quickly, he looked like a blur-, "we should inscribe it somewhere; I know just where."

He held out his hand to me. I took it and we were off again, toward the tree. When we reached it, he looked at the bark carefully. How was he going to

He began…drilling or carving something in the tree bark. I held my breath. When he stopped, I was amazed by what he had created with what I realized must have been his fingertip. There, in the bark of the tree it read:

Beth-aniel's Symphony Meadow

Where love is found, something must be lost.

The feeling of emptiness disappears,

enabling the hole to be filled with hope.

In hope of a future with you.

June 19th

I didn't know how he was able to do that, but I was beginning to think nothing was impossible for him. He seemed to be good at everything!

"Wow," was all I could get out of my mouth to describe it.

"I feel like a couple of teenagers who just wrote their names on the bark of a tree. Use to be a real popular thing to do back in the days," he informed me with a teasing grin.

"Well, that would be correct, if you were a teenager," I noted.

"True. You're sixteen, I'm…old enough to be your grandfather."

"There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you." I had gotten the quote from a quote book I had made with famous quotes throughout the years.

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" he added.

I raised my eyebrows. "You like quotes too?" I asked, intrigued.

He smiled guiltily. "I may have seen a book one night and might have also taken a peek. I know, that was rude of me. I'm sorry. I was just full of awe at how many books you have in your room," he explained.

"You should see the closet or Microsoft Word on the computer," I said.

"So you're not mad at me for looking at your things-books, only, of course…and CDs?" he asked curiously, probably wondering why I wasn't.

"It depends-what do you think of me now?" I blushed. The question was just a joke. I didn't expect him to answer seriously, but I blushed for the thought of asking it.

"I'm thinking you are the most interesting person I have ever met in my life," he answered, sounding sincere.

I would have laughed. He thought I was the most interesting person he had ever met. But maybe he was just joking-for my previous "joke".

"If you are being serious, then first you should tell me how many people you have met. And anyways, I know you know the Cullens-They seem much more interesting than me-they are," I opinionated, sadly, thinking of Rosalie-the gorgeous one, who seemed too perfect.

"That's different. They don't appeal to me as much as you do."

"Oh."

Without warning, something scampered by my feet. I jumped with a shrieking scream. Daniel looked horrified.

"What wrong?!" he exclaimed. Then, looking down, he sighed.

I held my hand over my chest, breathing in and out.

"It just…came out…of nowhere," I gasped, referring to the bunny that was now hopping away.

"It was just a harmless rabbit. Nothing to be worried about," he pointed out calmly.

"Not anymore," I muttered.

"Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, unexpectedly.

I almost shrieked. "No."

Frowning, he looked at the inscription on the bark of the tree, and then back at me. "Well, we've left our mark," he sighed, "so I think we should start heading back."

"For now," I amended in a whisper to myself, but by the look on Daniel's face, I knew he had heard me, which made me nervous. "Or I guess we should start heading home…back. It's getting pretty late, right? And I'm going to have to do the hiking myself this time," I groaned.

He cracked a smile. "You're right. It's 3:45, so if we start right now, we might even make it before twilight."

I scowled at him. "That's insulting ."

His sudden smile disappeared, replaced by an apologetic expression. His eyes were pleading. I was sorry I had said anything back.

"But it's true. And don't tell me the time, please. I have a theory that it's what brings me bad luck," I added.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you that way, really. I won't do it again. And the time, I don't understand," he promised.

"No, don't promise me that. I like a guy with a sense of humor. Serious people are too…serious. I like to have fun, I like to try reckless things-stupid things," I joked.

"Oh, trust me, you don't have to try to do reckless things," he corrected.

I sighed in agreement. I really did not even have to try to be reckless. It was as if recklessness followed me around, waiting for the right moment to show itself through me.

"Let's get going, then. I miss my CD player already."

We started walking toward the way we came. He kept asking me questions as we went.

"What type of music do you listen to?"

"Anything. I like this and that-some from the fifties and sixties, and some from this century. It's the lyrics that I most listen to, though. They always capture my attention. The music, too. I love the sound of the piano playing. It's comforting enough that I listen to it sometimes when I can't sleep. I don't think I even have nightmares when I do, which is good.

"My point," I sighed, "is I love old stuff. I have no idea why, but I do. New things don't bother me, though. And maybe that is why I like you so much," I said, mostly to myself.

He grinned a hypnotizing grin. "Do I seem that old to you?" he asked teasingly.

My cheeks turned crimson when I answered. "Do you want the truth? Well…you seem old fashioned-and I love that about you. You're not like the perverted children back in Phoenix," I muttered the end with irritation, remembering the guys who always use to harass me. Not in any terrible way, physically-much. They just teased too much.

I looked up at his face. His expression was tortured.

"Is something wrong?" I asked with concern.

Looking back at me, he explained. "Just the thought of all you've been through, and yet you seem so happy most of the time, makes me feel…" He turned forward again, as did I.

"That's not completely true."

He stared at me again with confusion. His brows furrowed together.

"I've never been as happy as I have been since I met you," I mumbled, for some reason hoping he hadn't heard me.

I looked at my feet as we walked through the ever so slowly passing trees. I didn't want to see the expression on his face. By his silence I could tell what it probably was at the moment. We were going back home, or at least I was going to my house. I didn't want to be separated from Daniel, though-not after what happened today.

There was only the sound of my footsteps as we walked. We hadn't gotten far, but it seemed like forever. I wondered if he was getting impatient with me. It would make me feel better at least knowing, but right when I opened my mouth to speak I tripped.

Daniel's arms were instantly at my waist. They were cool and hard and…There was a small pain in my foot, but I don't know what got into me when I started laughing. He looked at me, a shocked expression on his face.

"Beth?" His voice was worried in a confused way.

"I'm…s-sorry," I stuttered between laughs.

"Beth!" His tone surprised me. I looked into his eyes and they seemed darker.

"Sorry. I don't know what came over me," I apologized.

He was kneeled on the ground beside me, holding his nose.

"Is there blood?" he asked, cautiously.

"Shouldn't you know?" I was confused. He was a vampire after all.

"If I knew there was blood…" He shook his head as if trying to get an image out of his thoughts. "I covered it just incase."

He was gone, then. Now he was standing about twenty feet from me. Rolling up my pants a bit, I didn't see anything, but I knew there was going to be a bruise someplace.

"Nothing," I declared, happily.

He hesitated before walking back to me. Without any warning, he scooped me up in his arms, cradling me protectively.

"I'm going to show you how I travel, now. I can't risk you getting hurt anymore, if that's fine with you." There was a wicked smile spreading across his face. "I can't have any…blood spilled."

I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Um. I'm up for it-I guess."

He pursed his lips before we were off. My eyes were open and I saw everything blur past me faster than anything I had seen before. I guess I finally understood how a bullet felt when it was fired. The one thing I didn't think about was the dizziness I would end up with when this 'travel' was over.

I didn't even know it was over at first. My mind was on how my heart felt as if it were trying to jump out of my chest. I tried to look up at Daniel, but all I succeeded in was making everything go round and round.

"Beth, why is your head swaying from side to side?" His voice sounded as if he were trying to suppress laughter.

I felt lightheaded when my feet touched the ground as Daniel put me on the floor.

"That was…Remind me to never…ever travel with you…again." I felt as if I would faint.

"We're right behind your house. Do you want me to take you inside? You don't look so well. You look paler than normal, almost like me, as a matter of fact."

"I'll be fine, just let me catch my breath."

It took me a couple of minutes, but when I felt the dizziness start to fade I stood up with Daniel's help.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"I thought you didn't want to know the time."

"Well, what time did we start to "travel"?" I asked warily.

"5:00pm," he announced, but for the first time, I noticed he wasn't wearing a watch.

"What time is it now?"

"5:11pm," he answered.

"What?!"

He looked at me, shocked again by my sudden outburst. For one thing, it was 9:11 and for the other, I couldn't believe we had gotten here so quickly.

"Sorry. I think I should get inside now. My mom said she was going to try to change her schedule at the hospital and I want to know if she called."

"Actually, she's around the corner," he informed me. Without fail, I heard my mother's car coming. "So I guess you want me to leave now."

"I don't," I whispered softly, "but I don't want my mom to see you. You don't know how she is," I warned.

"I'll see you later then."

He caught me by surprise when he leaned in swiftly to kiss me on the corner of my mouth. And then he was gone. But he said he'd see me later.