A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts.

Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest belong to me. All mistakes are mine.

It's a bit late, but here's the last update for the night!

Chapter 25 - Seedling


That blooming hope…blossoms, seedlings still young; undefined like a backyard shrub only now flowering, but…if properly nurtured…seedlings that might sprout a forest.

And it's not his misplaced guilt; it's his dauntless faith…his forgiveness…his belief in me despite how I once ran.

"Bella, I came to say I'm sor-"

"No." I cover his mouth. "I don't want your apology."

His emerald gaze is no longer wary, and the grin…that grin of my dreams…it's actually not the same one Vicky got – not at all.

I'll ask, but for now...Cheerio, Vic.

"Then what do you-"

Before he finishes, I crush my mouth to his.


A/N: Thoughts?

Now, this song by this cutey is an oldie, but to me, it's a goody. (And I happen to think it goes well here ;) :

Escape by Enrique Iglesias

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