Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer. Failure and lies belong to me.

Sorry for making everyone wait again and being a dirty rotten liar.

Fuck senior year. That is all.

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-Chapter 25-

Cameron POV

I watched Renesmee walk away and had to fight every instinct in my body that told me to go after her. Seeing her again after an entire week had been like taking the first breath of air after drowning for days, but the look in her eyes had just about broken me. The devastation and betrayal there…

I breathed in deeply, the crisp afternoon air of the forest clearing my head slightly. With a disappointed sigh, I turned and jogged back towards the cottage. My cottage. My hand was just reaching out to touch the handle when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I inhaled subtly, detecting the faintest trace of vampire. Full vampire.

"Nice place," came a familiar voice from behind me.

"Alec," I breathed in unabashed relief, turning to see him approach.

"Cameron," he greeted with the slightest nod of his head. "May I come in?" he asked. I stared at him for a moment in surprise before I nodded. I opened the door and stepped back, gesturing for him to enter before me. He stepped through and I followed, closing the door behind us.

Alec gazed around at my limited furniture, the sparsely decorated room, and I could swear I saw a smile flit across his features.

"So… how are you?" I began, deciding to attempt pleasantries until he seemed prepared to talk about his purpose here.

"I am fine. And yourself?" he replied, smirking fully now.

"Just great," I muttered sarcastically.

"Where is your little friend? The child?" he asked, looking around in confusion, having obviously noticed her scent.

"She has gone off in search of her 'Mommy.' We've only been here since yesterday but I could barely contain her here for this long."

"I see."

Silence hung in the air for a short moment.

"Okay, enough of the awkward small talk then. What are you doing here?" I asked with a wry smile.

"It seems I'm a nomad now. The Volturi are all either dead or on the run now. I thought perhaps I would pay a visit to Renesmee and see if she had resolved her issues yet."

"Issues?" I asked, my brow raised and my tone unintentionally harsh. What could Alec possibly know about Renesmee? And what issues? As far as I knew, he'd had a change of heart during the battle and decided not to fight against us, I wasn't aware he'd had any interaction with Renesmee beyond that.

And I didn't like it.

"Were you not aware? Some guy broke her hea- Oh wait, that was you," Alec said, his eyes narrowing just slightly but his tone remaining light.

"You don't know what the Hell you're talking about," I muttered, crossing my arms and staring at the floor.

"You'd be surprised what I know. We didn't precisely talk about you during her captivity, but I was able to piece things together on my own relatively easily," he explained.

"Oh really? What sort of things?" I asked, trying desperately to keep jealousy from colouring my tone.

"Certain… feelings that I believe she still retains for you. I'm not exactly an expert on the matter, but I do know one thing; she still cares for you. She doesn't want to admit it, but it's there. I could tell," he said, looking at me earnestly. I exhaled, unsure what to read from his words. On one hand, I was slightly cheered by his words, his assurances that perhaps Renesmee didn't hate me. But on the other hand….

"Why would she talk to you?" I demanded, unable to keep the jealous note out of my voice this time.

"Why not?" Alec challenged, his dark eyes glinting with challenge. He blinked and the threat was gone, but the look had put me on edge.

"You don't…. You don't like her, do you?" I asked, my eyes dropping to the floor as I considered the possibilities of all that could have happened in my absence in Volterra. The silence roared in my ears as I waited for his answer. I was rewarded with a slight chuckle and my eyes snapped up to meet his.

"What?" I demanded.

"Like her? No, I believe you and the shape-shifter have the market cornered on the matter of affections for Renesmee Cullen. I seek only friendship with her. I may be overstepping myself, but during her time in Volterra I feel we developed a sort of camaraderie that I thought warranted a visit to see how she fared," he explained. My shoulders slumped with actual relief and I saw Alec smile briefly.

"So… Camaraderie, hey?" I breathed, my brow furrowing as I wondered about what he could possibly know about Renesmee that I didn't.

"Yes, it means a sen-"

"I know what it means," I sighed impatiently. "But what did it mean between you and her?" Those words tasted like acid coming out of my mouth. The only name I wanted linked to hers, ever, was mine. "What did she tell you?" I continued, trying to shake off the jealousy that threatened to overcome me.

"My, my, aren't we ever the adolescent girl?" Alec mocked half-heartedly, his gaze focused on the window in contemplation. "As I said, she refused to speak of you. She flinched whenever your name came up, actually. But I can tell you one thing before I leave," he promised. I nodded, leaning forward slightly.

"During the fight, when she was outside, we spoke. She gave an almost convincing spiel of her undying hatred for you, of how she never wished to see you again," he said matter-of-factly and my heart dropped, "-however, moments after this declaration, I heard a noise. I heard the unmistakable sound of a body dropping to the floor. Your body. See, I had been paying attention to the fight during our conversation, keeping track of who was fighting whom and so on, and it came to my attention that Aro was about to finish you off."

"And then what?" I pressed when he didn't immediately continue.

"And then, though I knew you weren't, I told her you were dead," Alec stated simply.

I blanched. I hadn't been expecting that.

"I… but why?" I asked as Alec moved towards the door.

"They say that to flip a coin is the best way to solve a problem you are confronted with. Not because it takes the decision out of your hands, but because the moment when the coin is in the air and everything hangs in the balance, your heart tells you what it is you really want," he said.

"So… she flipped a coin?" I asked, confused.

"No," Alec said, looking as though he was suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I presented her with a choice by telling her you were dead. She could have either stuck by her words just moments prior and rejoiced in your death, or she could have done what she did."

"What was that?" I breathed, feeling my heart start beating faster.

"She ran to you. Like it wasn't even a conscious decision. Like she was being ripped in half. She chose you."

And with that, Alec nodded once more before leaving the room.

Renesmee POV

Why had I gone to see him?

All that I'd gotten was hurt. Well, hurt, and I'd let him get a promise out of me to go back and talk to him. I was regretting it.

Definitely.

There was no tiny part of me that wanted to talk to him, to see him again.

Not even a little bit.

I was apparently a terrible liar. It seemed I was even worse when it came to lying to myself. The problem lay in the fact that Cameron was like a drug to me. I knew he was bad for me, but I just couldn't help myself.

I was now a hundred yards away from home, though the journey back had taken me a long time. I'd slowed to a walk, my thoughts churning so distractingly inside my head that I hadn't thought it a good idea to attempt high speeds. I was just breaking through the trees when I hear a familiar voice call out to me over my shoulder.

"Alec?" I cried, turning around to face him. He stood only a few feet away from me, a smile lighting his red eyes. I smiled back in astonishment and we both stood there awkwardly for a short moment. Finally, coming out of my surprised trance, I took a few steps towards him, opening my arms to embrace him. He looked faintly shocked for a second, before he stepped to meet me, his arms coming around me in an icy hug. He made to step back after only a short second but I clung to him a moment longer before I finally released my arms from around him.

"It's good to see you," I said, taking in his civilian clothes. He wore dark jeans, a loose fitted grey T-shirt and a black leather jacket over the top. Compared to his Volturi cloak, the clothes were downright casual.

"Indeed, I must admit to relief that you seem okay. You've been crying," Alec noted, nodding towards me.

"Oh… have I?" I mumbled awkwardly, brushing the backs of my hands furiously across my face. Sure enough, I felt moisture there, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"It's okay, I understand. You went to see him?" Alec asked, though it wasn't really a question.

I nodded mutely, my eyes dropping to the floor. There was silence for a few moments that he seemed content not to break, but I found it unbearable, so I spoke up.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad, but what are you doing here?" I asked, nodding in the direction of the house.

"I'm a nomad now, it seems. I thought I'd come and check on you. Well, I just came from checking on Cameron," Alec paused when he saw me cringe at the name. "We had a talk. Look, there's something I need to tell you," he continued, stopping me in my tracks before I'd barely taken a step towards the house.

"I told you he was dead for a reason."

"I was wondering about why you lied to me," I admitted, trying not to betray any curiosity in my voice.

"Do I even need to tell you why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" I answered swiftly, confused why he thought I wouldn't want to satisfy my curiosity.

"Oh, for the love of God… You're as blind as he is," Alec remarked, a smirk appearing on his face.

I didn't appreciate the comparison, which must have showed on my face, because he stopped grinning pretty quickly.

"Renesmee, as your… friend?" he said the word tentatively, glancing at me in question. I smiled gently for a second, nodding at him, and he continued, "- I think I need to tell you something. When I told you he was dead, you ran to him. Instinctively, you ran to him. I think that tells us something, doesn't it?" Alec asked, nudging me jokingly with his elbow.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled, turning away from him and glaring into the forest.

"I'd say the words, but I know you're not that stupid. You need to go to him, now."

"No I don't…. He-he promised me time," I stammered, the words tumbling out of my mouth in self defence.

"Well, from the look on his face when I left, when I told him what I just told you, I'd say that it's been long enough. You need to go to him, before-"

"Before what?" I interrupted wearily.

"Before he comes to you. I think in such a case as this, it would be in your favour to be pre-emptive about this. Go. I must speak with Carlisle anyway, I won't tell them where you went."

"I… Why are you doing this? Why wouldn't you tell them where I was going?" I asked the questions in quick succession, feeling my heart rate accelerate as I realised I was actually considering doing it.

"Because I'm not going to sit by and let you be miserable when there's such an obvious solution. And because you need to talk it out. It wouldn't be… prudent, shall we say, to have anyone bursting in on you. Now go," he practically ordered, pointing in the direction I had just come from.

I sighed loudly, my mind at war with itself again.

I wanted desperately to see him.

But at the same time, I also wanted nothing more than to put as much distance between us as I possibly could.

"Trust me. If he hurts you again, I'll rip his fucking arms off," Alec promised, his face even. He was not joking. I frowned, slightly unnerved by his sinister words, but he smiled gently to reassure me. His smile said yes, he was serious, but for some unfathomable reason, he had a good feeling about this and that he didn't think he'd have to follow through on his threat.

"Alright… I'll go," I finally conceded.

"Atta' girl," he said, patting the top of my head without condescension and giving me a gentle nudge.

I started walking, my legs trudging through the forest undergrowth at a set rhythm. Not necessarily slow, but I wasn't in a hurry, either. My eyes blurred with tears as I thought about was going to do, but I tried to blink them back. Crying would get me nowhere.

"Renesmee," I heard a voice up ahead. His voice.

"C-Cameron," I returned, my voice unimpressively shaky. I looked up slowly, cautiously, and saw him standing there, about twenty feet away.

"I… I was just coming to see you. I know I said I'd give you time, but I…." he trailed off uncertainly.

"It's okay. I'm… I'm ready to talk now," I said, my voice weak and unconvincing.

"Please."

That one word broke me. He was in pain, that much was clear. And for whatever reason, he thought talking to me would relieve that pain. I imagined that the guilt of what he'd done was bearing down quite harshly on him, but I also knew that once he'd apologized, he'd be free of me. No more obligation to be near me.

Was that why I hadn't wanted to talk to him right away?

Was I trying to draw it out, painful as it was to have him near, simply because the alternative was no Cameron whatsoever?

I shook my head to myself, amazed at the depths of my own stupidity.

"Will you come with me?" he asked softly, making no attempt to close the distance between us. I nodded slowly, taking a few shaky steps forward. He turned and began to run ahead of me, obviously sensing I wasn't about to walk with him. I met his pace and followed several feet behind for about fifteen minutes before we were back by his mother's cottage.

He opened the door for me, stepping back to let me enter in front of him. I hesitated for a moment, unsure that the intimate little room would be the best place to talk, but then I noticed the storm clouds roiling in the sky and decided to just suck it up and enter.

I looked around the modest room, noticing how it was only slightly different to the last time I had been there. The pale coloured wood furniture and single bed were still the only features of note in the room, but now the place had a different feel. It felt lived in.

"H-how long have you been here?" I asked timidly, turning to face Cameron.

"Two days. I… I wanted to be closer to-" He cut himself off. "Never mind. Would you like to sit down?" he continued, nodding towards his bed. I frowned and shook my head, moving instead towards the simple wooden kitchen chair against one wall.

"Where's Carolina?" I asked after a few moments of silence, noticing her scent that lingered in the air.

"She's gone on ahead to find your Aunt Rosalie. I think you were right about them being related," he said, stepping over to the bed and sitting down, his eyes never leaving me.

"Oh. I see," I murmured, my eyes directly on the floor. Being so near to him, tears were misting in my eyes already. I couldn't do this. I could detect Alec's scent in the cottage and it made me clench my fist in frustration. Why had I let him talk me into this?

Just as I was about to suggest I come back another time, Cameron sighed loudly and sat slightly forward, apparently about to speak.

"I'm not really sure where to start… So much happened, and you know parts of it, but there's other things you need to hear, too," he began, his words uncertain, conflicted.

"Call me crazy, but I think you should start from the beginning," I suggested, my eyes lifting only briefly from the floor.

"Good idea." Cameron breathed in deeply, squaring his shoulders and shutting his eyes as if to concentrate, before he spoke. "My name is Cameron Alexander Vanderway. I was born nearly eighteen years ago in a cabin on the Oregon coastline. This cabin. I don't know my mother's name, nor her occupation. She died during childbirth. My father is one Alexander Vanderway, a vampire that currently resides somewhere in North Eastern Europe. The limited correspondence I've had with him has assured me that I will never come into contact with him again… by choice." He paused to let his words sink in.

Vanderway? Hadn't he told me his last name was Reid? And what was that about his father? I chose to file that information away for later, sensing that most of what he'd just said, whilst important to his life story, was not relevant to what he really wanted to explain to me. I nodded distractedly for him to continue.

"I grew up on my own, travelling across America, stealing food and sleeping on the road. I survived only because of the kindness of humans I found along the way. When I reached the age of seven and was full grown, about your age now, Zacharias found me. I became a part of his coven for the next nine and a half years, helping them to hunt humans, but never indulging in blood myself. One year ago, I found Carolina King on the side of a highway in North Dakota. You know her story already, so I'll skip ahead to the important part. Approximately three months ago, three members of the Volturi, Jane, Demetri and Felix, found one of our camps. Carolina and I were taken to Italy. There, Aro told me about a family of strong vampires."

"Us," I whispered, knowing that this was the most important part of his story.

"Yes. You, the Cullens, were what Aro wanted to talk to me about. I was told that Aro already had a plan to get the Cullens to come to him in Italy, but that he knew they would withhold one of their number, one who I would be sent to retrieve from America for him. I would do this in exchange for Carolina's life.

"So, knowing that if I didn't, Carolina would die, I came to Oregon, to the half vampire I would befriend and betray. This is where I fucked up… This is where I broke the rules and nearly ended up losing everything. The half vampire was not what I was expecting. She was beautiful, kind, gentle, and I enjoyed her company immensely."

I wasn't sure why Cameron had been telling the story the way he had, detached, as though examining his life the way an outsider might see it, but when he mentioned me, his voice changed. It went from detached and smooth to uncertain and quiet.

I shifted in my posture slightly, swallowing loudly.

"This girl was unlike any other I knew, she was special. Before I realised it… I began to see her differently. I didn't want to-"

"Stop," I interrupted, gripping my seat with anxious fingers.

"What?"

"I just… stop telling the story like you don't even care, like it didn't happen to you," I said, my voice quivering with emotion.

"I don't care? I don't care?" Cameron spoke incredulously. I looked up to meet his gaze and saw that his eyes were almost angry. He took a deep, calming breath, pulling on the ends of his hair and looking away from me. Without another word, he got to his feet and came to kneel before me on the floor. I went to shift away from him but he stopped me with a look.

"Tell me the rest. Like you mean it," I whispered quietly, wiping at one of my eyes were a tear had blossomed in the corner.

"When you were nearly hurt, when I had to pry Kyle's hands away from you, that's when I began to realise just how much you meant to me. I realised that night that I was in love with you," he swore, his eyes burning intensely into mine.

"Wait… What?" I gasped, blinking rapidly a few times before narrowing my eyes in confusion.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Cameron asked, his eyes betraying surprise at my reaction.

"But you didn't… don't l-love me. You h-had to use me to save Carolina. You w-were pretending, and, and now you're sorry. That's why…. That's why I'm here," I stammered, feeling my breath hitch and my body start to tremble.

"Wait… You think that the only reason I'm apologizing is because I feel guilty? How could you possibly think that?" he demanded, his voice remaining surprisingly gentle despite his obvious shock.

"Jacob said, he said in Italy, when you rescued me from that place, he said that you were just doing it because you felt guilty," I rambled, fixing my eyes on my hands now clasped in my lap.

I refused to get my hopes up.

There was no way that he loved me. It was impossible. He felt guilty and was just trying to let me down easy. That was all.

"Well, he lied. I didn't rescue you from Volterra because I felt guilty, I did it because I lo-"

"Shhh. No. I can't… I can't be hearing this. Just keep telling your story," I said, unable to process anything except the word he'd almost said. When it didn't look like he was going to resume his story, I spoke, "Then the week before the Volturi came happened…" I filled in, my bottom lip between my teeth.

Looking bemused, his mind apparently still reeling with what I'd told him, he said, "And then there was Friday night, where we… Do you remember how I was reluctant to touch you?" he asked. I nodded softly. "It was because I didn't want to hurt you any more than I had to. I knew that if we slept together, you would just get hurt more in the end... But we did anyway, because I wasn't strong enough to stay away from you… And then Saturday came, along with Demetri. And that's where I betrayed you, where I hurt you," Cameron trailed off, his eyes downcast. I drew in another shaky breath, blinking furiously to hold in the tears that I could feel threatening to break free of my calm façade.

"When we got to Italy… You know what happened in Italy, God, it was a week ago. What you need to know is that, when I got there, I didn't know that Carolina had been turned. I thought I was still protecting my defenceless, human friend. I guess, if I'd known she had been turned and was capable of looking after herself, I don't know if my choice would have been the same…"

"What choice?" I asked, forcing myself to look up into his eyes.

"Between you and her. I…. cared about both of you, but at the time, she was a six year old human child and you were at least somewhat capable of handling yourself around the Volturi. I wanted to get her out of there first, take her to Zacharias where she could be protected, at least a little. Then I was going to come back for you and your family. Of course, your parents and the wolves kind of intervened and my plan got changed, but still, the intent was there. What you have to know is that I'm… I'm sosorry, Renesmee. I-"

"Shhh," I breathed, shutting my eyes and trying to rationalise it in my head.

He would have chosen me?

"No, I won't be quiet, because I need to say this. I'm sorry. I'm more sorry than you could possibly know, and I don't… I know you're probably not going to be able to ever forgive me for what I did. Please, just think about what I've said… You mean the world to me and it's- it's killing me. It's killing me to be away from you."

"I don't really know what to say, Cameron," I said honestly. "Every time I want to believe what you're saying, I think about what Alec and Jack told me-"

"What? Why would you listen to Jack?" Cameron demanded, his tone turning fierce for the first time in the conversation.

"Because he was there. He was one of the only people I talked to during the whole time I was there," I snapped, feeling the first touches of true fury kindle inside me.

"I don't care, he's an asshole," Cameron growled. His anger just made me angry. What right did he have to judge Jack after all that he himself had done?

"Yeah, well maybe it was nice for someone to be straight with me for a change. Maybe I liked him treating me like everyone else!"

That was a lie. The whole time I'd been terrified of Jack, or annoyed by him. Everything coming out of my mouth was a lie, but I couldn't seem to stop. I just wanted Cameron to hurt, too.

"You never treated me like you thought I could handle anything on my own. Everybody thinks I'm made of Goddamn glass!" I continued angrily.

"That's not true, at all," he argued back, abandoning his calm demeanour all together.

"Really?" I replied scathingly. The look in his eyes told me he really did mean what he said, but I had just got going. There was no stopping the words that came spewing out of my mouth in fury.

"I can't help but wonder if you ever cared for me at all, if I wasn't just someone for you to protect and look after while you were separated from Carolina. That's all I was to you, wasn't I? Just another person to take care of. You can't help it, it's in your nature to look after everyone. You couldn't possibly resist me, poor, defenceless Renesmee, all on her own!" I ranted bitterly.

Cameron growled and I saw his hand clench into a fist.

"You're always taking care of people. I was just another-another child to you!" I screamed at him, letting weeks' worth of anger tumble out of my mouth at once.

His steely blue eyes darkened for a moment and at first I was worried I really had pushed him too far. His hands suddenly cupped my face and I shut my eyes on instinct just as he pressed his lips firmly against mine.

I felt any resistance I had to him completely disappear as his tongue entered my mouth, a reunion that my body had craved so much it hurt. I remained perfectly still, sure that if I let myself get carried away then we would end up doing more than kissing. His mouth was hot and demanding against mine as one of his hands trailed down my back, pressing me completely against him. It felt like… like he was reclaiming a long lost part of himself, like he was tying me to him all over again. Just as I began to come to my senses and think with coherency, he released me, dropping his hands so suddenly I was left dazed. He was not smiling.

"Would I kiss a child like that? Was that real enough for you, princess?" Cameron mocked sarcastically, his eyes narrowed in anger and frustration.

"I… what?" I mumbled, still overcome.

"You heard me. I've never treated you like you were incapable of anything. If I ever came across that way, then I apologize, but don't sit here and tell me what I feel. I love you, and that's never going to change," he swore, his eyes softening just barely at the end.

I sat perfectly still, letting his words sink in. Was I angry that he had kissed me like that? That he'd taunted me with his words just seconds after his great speech about how sorry he was and how much he wanted my forgiveness?

Damn straight I was.

But did I really want to start another fight? Did I want to stay angry at him when he so clearly wanted me? I frowned as I considered, my anger disappearing as I thought back on everything.

"How can you say that you love me when you let them lock me up and starve me? If Zach and Jacob and the others had been a few days later, Jack would've-"

"I know. Christ, I know… you don't think it hurt me, too?" Cameron interrupted, his tone now void of anger, too. "Imagine someone had asked you to choose between two people you loved? Imagine that you thought one was a human child, and one had half immortal genes and an entire family of strong vampires. I couldn't choose, so I left it up to survival… I thought that you had a greater chance of surviving there than she did… and I was wrong. They changed her… and it's all my fault," he said, voice growing quiet as he heaped the blame on himself.

"Carolina's change wasn't your fault," I whispered grudgingly, wanting to comfort him but knowing I really shouldn't. I didn't want to confuse what we were any more than I had to.

"I appreciate you saying that. But I know the truth. No," he interrupted me when I started to argue, "That's not why we're here… Are you… I mean, what are your thoughts on everything? On us?" he asked, his eyes wide and filled with despair.

"You really hurt me, you know," I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you," Cameron swore.

"I don't want to talk about Italy anymore. I know I can't just forget everything that happened, but I…" I took a deep breath, "I'm going to try. I'm back, my family's safe, and you…"

"I'm here," he whispered, taking my hand gently in his own.

"You are..."

"And I'll always be here."

"I… I want to believe you. I just don't want to hurt anymore," I whimpered, my voice crumbling completely. There was complete silence following my words and I looked up through blurry eyes to see Cameron staring at the ground. His hair fell around his face, hiding his expression from me, and I wanted to brush it aside to see what he was thinking, but I didn't dare.

"This is all my fault. I never wanted you to get hurt. I just… I wanted to… I just wanted to save you from that place. Every second in Italy I-" his voice broke off suddenly. I watched in surprise as a tear slipped from his cheek and fell to the floor at his feet. My heart sank even further with the knowledge that I was now causing him pain. He always seemed so strong, so held together….

To see his tears woke something up in me. Something I had been repressing during the whole conversation.

He hurt me.

But that didn't change the fact that I loved him.

Always had, always would.

"Every second we were there I just wanted to steal you away. To take you in my arms and never bring you back. I just wanted to spend the rest of forever with you," Cameron admitted, his eyes still drawn to the floor.

"Want-ed? As in… you don't want to anymore?" I asked timidly.

"What?" he asked, finally turning his head to face me. "Of course I still want to. I never want to be apart from you, ever again," he promised, that single tear still making his cheek glisten. I reached out tentatively and took his hand with my own, raising it to my face and pressing my lips gently against his palm.

"And I never want you to leave me again," I replied, letting a small, sad smile grace my lips.

"Never again," he pledged. "I promise to do everything I can to make sure you're never hurt again," he continued, drawing me close and pressing his lips to my cheek where I'd just realised there was moisture. He kissed my tears away and I felt my heart start beating again.

"I love you," he whispered, getting to his feet and pulling me with him. He drew me against him, holding both of my hands between us.

"I love you, too," I told him, smiling slightly.

"Oh God, I missed you so much," he told me in a hushed voice. Our eyes met and we shared a small smile, our foreheads touching just slightly, our noses brushing together softly. He closed the small distance, just barely brushing his lips against mine. Soft and sweet, just like our very first kiss.

"I missed you, too," I whispered against his lips.

"Renesmee!" A furious voice suddenly called from outside. It was one I recognized immediately.

My father.

"Forever?" I asked, pulling away from Cameron slightly, cringing a little as I sensed my father approach swiftly.

"Forever," he whispered back, pulling me back to him and cupping my face with both his hands before finally pressing a tender kiss against my lips. I kissed him back, forgetting about the world outside, feeling every part of me relax and fall even more in love with him with every second that passed.

Ok. There we have it, they're back together. Happy?

Next chapter is the last one, folks. Just a warning, however, it will mostly be just tying a few pointless loose ends and FLUFF. If you don't care for that kind of thing, stop reading here.

To those of you that have voted for a sequel, (all 6 of you….) I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think it's going to happen. I have an idea, I've even written a little bit, but to be honest, it just doesn't feel worth it. Any and all updates would be like the last few have been for this one- very spaced out and random. I don't want to put anyone through that.