"Damn, Bella... You look— what did you do?" Rose narrows sky-blues at me, looking me up and down.

"Eat." I say when she closes the door of the apartment she shares with Emmett. Blond hair is piled on top of her head and she's wearing a cropped hoodie and high-waisted black leggings with her UGG slippers.

"I ate and fucked." I blurt out. Rose gasps and yanks my arm as she pulls me into the kitchen. The coffee brews soundly, dripping into the glass pot, steal rolling from the ancient coffee maker.

"You fucked? Fucked who?!" She crosses her arms in front of her chest, an expectant look on her face.

My cheeks glow, a surge of heat spreading on my face and neck.

"Masen..."

"No fucking way! You tapped that? When? Oh, my God, Bella! Is that why you were so MIA, lately?" She drops her voice as if someone might be eavesdropping. I laugh at her dramatic demeanor.

"In his hotel room... At my place... In the airport handicap bathroom..."

"No fucking way. Multiple times, same guy? Who are you right now?"

"Kinda, really feeling okay right now." I shrug and bite my lip.

"Bella, I'm so happy you're okay! But next time I want your text before he's soft again, deal?"

"You're filthy, Rose." I giggle.

"I know. Like you care. Airport bathroom, you say?"

"I— ah, I need to talk to you."

Hey eyes grow stormy, worried.

"What's wrong?" She gasps, again. "Fuck, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course not. IUD, remember."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm moving, Rose." I immediately spill the beans.

"Where?"

"Miami."

"What? Are you crazy? You never left New York, like... ever." She shakes her head, tresses of gold falling from her rubber band.

"That's the point." I start. "I need a fresh start. And Masen wants to help me with that." I feel silly explaining it like that.

"You're moving for a fucking guy?" She's judging me.

"No!"

"You just said so!"

I don't want to fight with my best friend, but she's being nasty right now.

"I did not. I said he's going to help me. And I honestly need the fresh start, the new surroundings. Don't you get that?" I feel helpless. "Everything here is tainted with my past Rose, I can't escape it."

"So you'll run away from me, too?" I see her eyes get teary.

"Never." My heart breaks a little.

"But, Bella... we've been here, together. For so long... I don't want to live without you." She's making it all about herself and it's killing me.

"You can't make me feel guilty about wanting to better myself, Rose."

"You're better already. I mean, look at you."

"Rose, let me have this chance. I can't do this if you're going to be angry with me." I drop my head, feeling defeated. Like I've lost the battle against the charismatic Rosalie Hale.

"I'm not angry... I just think it's dangerous. What if things not work out? Where are you going to live? Are you two dating now? You're dating your AA-sponsor?" She leans against the counter. The coffee is done but neither of us makes a move. I'm tired from packing and I'm not even done yet.

"You're the one who told me to call him."

There's a hint of a smile on her bitten lips.

"I know. And he's fucking pretty, too." She mumbles.

"I'm gonna stay at his place. I want to give this a shot, and he does too."

"You barely know him and you're moving in with him?"

"It's not that simple." I can't tell her I paid him to kill me. She's freak out.

"Explain me, then. I have to be at work at ten this evening so I've got nothing but time, Bella." Her eyes prod, tugging at my heart for information.

"We made a pact." I decide to say, because we kind of have. "He has to be in Miami for work, and he wants to see where this is goes, us. Esme said it was a great idea. I have to come out of my comfort zone, live a little."

"So you'll live in Miami instead of wanting to die in New York? Is it that simple?" Her words cut deep now. I shed a tear and turn away.

"Call me if you decide to be supportive. Like you promised at the clinic." Yes, I throw that in her face, because she's being obnoxious, shallow. She's Rosalie from a few years ago.

I leave her apartment in the pouring rain, my Converse soaked and hair drenched when I make it back to my empty studio.