I woke to the sound of rain. No surprise there, this is Forks after all, home of the most depressing weather known to mankind. Edward is gone again this weekend – hunting with Emmett. To take my mind off the fact that he was gone, or rather, make it more bearable, I've been thinking a lot about the time we had spent together last week. Just this past Thursday he had told me that he was glad I had come to Forks. I love seeing him smile, but personally, I would rather forget why I came to Forks in the first place. It's the only thing I've ever lied to him about.