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Edward POV

"Edward!" I searched for Bella before spotting her on a hillside. "About time you get here!" she called out. I sprinted toward her and was immediately bombarded with flowers on my face. She laughed. "That's for being late."

Brushing off some pollen, I replied casually, "You were late yesterday." At least, I think it was yesterday…or maybe it was just a few minutes ago, I thought.

"Touché." I helped her pick up the flowers that were thrown at me from the ground. All the while, I kept looking at her but her eyes always shifted to the other direction. Looking at her face, a small v was formed between her brows.

"Bella? Are you okay?" She finally looked at me.

"Yes, just peachy." She stood up and I followed, handing her the plants I had picked up. I waited in silence, hoping she might give a hint as to why she was upset. But she said nothing. So, I decided to change the topic.

"What should we do today?" I asked. She didn't answer. Instead, she dropped the flowers into her brown basket and laid back to the ground, arms by her side. I looked down at her.

"You're confused face is cute," she teased. I think I might have blushed so I turned away, scrutinizing the sky, trying to figure out what she was doing. She giggled, a sweet melody to my ear, like a newborn's first laughter. "Lay back."

It always surprised me how Bella always managed to find something to do for us. Our common interests since our first meeting about a week ago – at least I think it was a week ago – has grown. Even though I can barely remember details about my life, there are some things I do recall like my taste in music, which is similar to Bella's, and books I liked.

Two days ago, Bella and I climbed the oak tree and found comfortable positions before we began talking about our interests and hobbies. It was then that she revealed to me she adores anything written by Jane Austen and enjoys listening to DeBussy. She is also a violinist. As for me, I told her the music I am entertained by and Wuthering Heights is one of the books, aside from anything medical related, that I actually enjoy reading.

When I mentioned Bronte's, who I believe is the author of the book, she was amazed. She always thought that only women are capable of actually being fond of said book, aside from her. Apparently, Heathcliff's character is an over-bearing foolhardy while I argued it was love that drove him to it. Long story short, we had a small debate about his character; a debate that we called a draw seeing as we didn't want to argue forever.

I did as what I was told.

"So, what exactly am I searching for?"

"Pictures or shapes, basically anything you can make a certain cloud look." She pointed a triangle and circle cloud. "For example, that one looks like an ice cream, doesn't it?"

"How about that one?" I indicated to the cloud with a point. "That reminds me of a heart." I turned my head to the left side. "Yep, it's a heart."

"Really? It looks more like half of an apple now," she commented as the cloud broke in half.

We continued cloud-searching until for God knows what. Horseshoe, clover, lions and dragons were just some of the images we found. Bella had the most imaginative mind I've ever known, and was the one who found most of the images. Just as I was about to move to another activity, she sat up and pulled her legs up to her chest - a habit aside from always tucking a strand behind her ears.

I sat up. "Hey, you're disappearing," I said, surprise.

"Ah! You're right." Bella looked at me sadly before shrugging. "Guess it's time to go. Bye," she whispered the last word. There was no trace of her whatsoever.

Today was certainly an odd day. Bella had acted strangely when we saw each other and even left early. That was not the Bella I've been getting to know. Could it be she had problems outside of her - our - haven that she couldn't share with me?

Millions of possible problems crossed my mind before I settled on just waiting for her to tell me. I'm sure we know enough information about each other that we won't have a problem trusting the other.

Laying back down, I waited for Bella for sometimes she would come back. But if not, then I waited for the white light to come and take me away.

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Bella POV

I awoke with the sun shining on my covered eyes. The warmth from it was something that I was used to, seeing as I always come to this place - the park two blocks away from my house. It was always my favorite past time. When I come to the park, I immediately sit where the oak tree was and just read, or maybe play a little tune from my violin. I stretched before listening to my surroundings. Everywhere, I heard the children's giggles and snorts as they run around or play with the jungle gym with each other. I could also hear some dogs playing with either their owners or with others of their kind. From above, some birds chirped, and immediately a sense of peace washed over me.

It was Saturday afternoon, so of course the park would be filled with families and dog owners. And, even though I'm more of a quiet girl, I don't mind the noise that filled the air. Besides, this might the last time I could come to the park again.

It's due to the fact that I'm moving. I'm going to be living with my dad in Forks, Washington - where it rains all day and rarely shines. I sighed. It's not that I don't want to see my dad, it's just that, I'm going to be leaving my mom with Phil - and God knows that both of them act more like teenager than me. Plus, I'll be missing my friends, especially because I've known them practically my whole life and they know about my disability.

My disability. That's the whole reason I'm relocating to the other side of America, in the first place. I'm not fond of brooding over the accident that had lost me my sight, but with parents constantly hounding you and walking on egg shells, it's not hard to. Still, I'd rather forget the details and just stick with not having to see anymore. There is, of course, one thing that I could never forget - no matter how much I tried.

I felt a sharp pang through my chest. That always tend to happen when I'm near to remember the incident. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to bury the thoughts. After all, it was just another chapter in a little book titled My Life and it was already over and done with. It took me a few more minutes to completely close my mind to the thoughts that had started to creep up.

Feeling a vibration on my butt, I knew it was time for me to head and continue packing. My mom isn't home yet, but I'd rather not let her worry about my well-being, especially since I didn't bring Cosette with me. Sometimes, I prefer to walk the streets without people knowing that I am blind because of the Alpine white Golden Retriever next to me.

The three-year old violin was beside me so I grabbed it and put one strap on my shoulder before getting up. As I left the park, I heard some people say hi to me, to which I said a greeting back. Naturally, with one of the five senses close, my other senses made up for it as I am more attuned with my surroundings than ever before; not that I minded because it had allowed me to interact with nature more often as well.

Soon, I reached my house where I practically grew up. On the way, I had greeted those who I knew and even made some small talk with the neighbors three houses down. They were extremely nice to me. I'd like to think it's because they've known me, but I know I would be only fooling myself. They feel pity toward me, an emotion I do not need. I suppose that is life.

Cosette licked my face before I even stepped inside. I could tell she was extremely happy to see me as she continuously barked and tried licking some of my exposed skin. I placed my violin on the couch in the living room and headed for the kitchen. The refrigerator was called as I opened it and took a small container near the door - a space especially reserved for me to munch on. It was some slices of watermelon as I smelled it. Grabbing a slice, I headed up toward my room with Cosette following closely.

My room, though I couldn't see, was mostly packed with the exception of my wardrobe, bed and bed stand, and desk. Mom had decided to keep it, just in case I wanted to spend some of my vacation with her. Sitting on the bed, I grabbed a book from the bed stand and began reading. Occasionally, I fed some pieces of the watermelon to Cosette with my finger feeling the letters.

Time must have passed incredibly bye as I heard footsteps enter the house before the creaks of the stairs. I knew who the footsteps belonged to: my mom. Cosette wiggled out of my lap and waited patiently to greet her mistress' mother. As for me, I continued to read one of my teen favorite, Sense and Sensibility by Jan Austen. The door opened and my mother entered, giving smooches to my guide dog.

"Bella, I know you left home without Coco, again," she addressed me. I never wanted to give Cosette a nickname, but my mom had thought it was a mouthful and had settled on Coco who had invented her favorite perfume, which she wore every day. "You know how I feel about you leaving home without some sort of protection."

"I'm fine, Mom. Must I remind you, again, that my four senses are more developed than yours so I think I'd know when I would be in danger." She tried to interrupt me, but I continued, "Besides, I only went to the park, the place I've been going to practically every day that it has now been engraved in my mind unlike the back of my hand." I didn't sound exasperated or frustrated, but normal - something that I had mastered after six months of surviving the incident.

"I know, Bella," she sat on my bed and took my hand, "but the world is a very scary place to live in, especially with your condition." She had whispered the last word as if afraid something bad was going to happen. I sighed. She was always like that.

"And I'm perfectly fine with that, Mom." I paused and could tell she was frowning. "Mom, today is my last day before my early flight out to Forks tomorrow. I just wanted to visit the place I love so much because I might not get a chance to anymore."

She tucked a strand of hair to my ear and softly said, "I know, darling, but you can always visit Phil and me during your vacations, right?" She didn't wait for my respond before leaving. Phil had called her name to start dinner, after all.

Not exactly in the mood to eat, I continued reading my book with Cosette's head on my out-stretched left leg. Absentmindedly, I petted her head, calming me in the process. I was, after all, nervous for tomorrow. Small towns like Forks tend to have gossipers who spread the word like a wildfire, and I just know I would be the subject of said gossip for at least a whole month.

I've been to Fork before. I used to visit my dad, Charlie, every summer and sometimes during Winter Break before three years ago. When I had tried to carry the tradition, an awkward silence loomed over us, and for once, I had been thankful to God when the day for me to leave came. Since then, we mostly talked on the phone, but even there it has been awkward. The only positive thing I would look forward to was Dad's ability to get to the point instead of waiting for the perfect time or beating around the bush. That, at least, made each conversation short and somewhat meaningful.

Cosette looked up and barked, looking at the bed stand. Wondering what her problem was, I grabbed the phone and saw the caller ID. Cosette licked my hand and I found the courage to answer it.

Exhaling out, I greeted, "What can I do for you, Madam Amelia?" I could practically feel the smirk spreading on her face.

"Why, Miss Bella, shouldn't a lady, such as yourself, be under the covers due to the long day ahead tomorrow?" she asked, surprised.

Amelia Lockvoice has been my best friend since I was in fourth grade. We had gotten along fairly well, balancing each other. While I was the soft-spoken and calm person, she had been the loud and dare-devil girl. I was sure that when she found out about my sight, she would leave. Having a friend who doesn't know the colors of the world is too much of a burden for a teenager. But, I was wrong. She had stuck by me, fighting those who had called me names or gave me stares. Of course, she wasn't happy when I had switched to braille school, but she knew it was the best for me.

At that time, I had feared we lost contact with one another. But, of course, she was full of surprises. Amelia always called me, in the morning and just before I slumber. If I didn't pick up, she would leave some cheerful voicemail that would immediately brighten my day. During the weekends, she would pop by with a present in hand and activities for us to do. She had been my support throughout all of my ordeals.

"I knew my phone would ring, Mia."

She laughed. "So, how do you think you're gonna be doing in Forks? As for me, I'll oh-so-very-sad that I probably won't eat or drink and will die of starvation and of loneliness."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage without me."

"Pfft!" She snorted. "As if. Arise fair sun, and the envious moon..."

It was my turn to laugh as she quoted Romeo's line.

Mia always knew how I would feel. She often told me that I am an open book, the easiest book she has ever read. I couldn't lie to her about my feelings; after all, I was always such a bad liar - a trait I received from my dad.

We chatted for twenty more minutes before my mom came up to warn me about the time I'll be waking up tomorrow. I didn't want to put my cell down, but I knew I had no choice. Then again, missing the flight tomorrow will just delay my relocation. I could live with that.

Sadly, Mia knew the plan that was forming in my head and bid me goodnight. I had laugh as she quoted more of Romeo's lines. That night, I slept, Cosette at the end of my bed, and the soft wind outside lulling me to the light.

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