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This chapter is going to be Edward's POV of the sighting at the park.

Edward POV

Jasper was… struggling.

And the whole family was suffering right along with him, cursing his peculiar talent for taking effect on all of us. He hadn't hunted for three and a half weeks, and that was causing him vast discomfort- something that we could all relate to, but not something that we particularly wanted to experience when it wasn't necessary. He would no doubt be hunting in a few hours, only to come back feeling as though the thirst hadn't been entirely satisfied.

Rosalie and Emmett had left the house. They didn't want to offend Jasper, but still not wanting to feel his affliction. But what the others didn't have to stress about or have to know was both the thoughts and the emotions of somebody suffering.

I sat on the living room couch, my head in my hands as I tried to fight off the now dull waves of discomfort and slight pain coming from upstairs- Jasper had taken refuge in his room- and the thoughts of affliction also ringing in my head.

What was the point of pushing him to his limit when all that could facilitate this problem was time? Groaning, I sat up straight. I had to leave. Out the door in seconds, and not bothering to take my car, I ran into the forest, letting the cool air clear my head. I slowed and drew closer to the edge of the forest to find the only park in Forks.

What an unusual place to find yourself.

As much as it was pointless to squander my time at the poor excuse of a park, I couldn't find myself to go back to my house. As an alternative, I settled for a bench a few meters away from a path that an old couple were slowly making their way down together. Even without being able to read their thoughts, anybody could tell that they cared for each other very much How nice it must be, to be able to grow old with somebody that you loved. Or just being able to grow old, even alone seemed enviable enough.

Quickly wanting to take these thoughts away from my head, I looked around the area to see a father and his son as well. They were tossing a Frisbee between each other, the father making it easy for the child to capture the toy in his ungainly hands. The child didn't notice. Such innocence, yet such ignorance. I had to believe for a moment that maybe ignorance was bliss after all. Though the boy was oblivious to the fact that his father was making his effort to catch the Frisbee seem effortless, his enjoyment seemed massively pleasant.

I thought this concept over until my attention was caught by the roar of an impossibly old red truck that was slowly driving it's way to the park entry. The engine was cut abruptly, and a young woman of maybe 17 stepped out. She closed the door carefully and timidly made her way across the park. I leaned forward to rest both my elbows on my knees, and placed my chin on my fisted hands to better see this girl.

The way she walked confused me. It was probably a normal, almost instinct for her to walk like this, I assumed. She walked with her steps were very cautious, and her arms were crossed protectively in front of her. Her face was attractive, but it was uneasy, as if she were afraid of her surroundings. The most confusing part about this was why I felt the need to protect her from these feelings and these fears. I didn't even know her. But why did I want to?

I distracted myself from these absurd and perplexing thoughts by taking a closer look at her features. Though it was a huge distance for human eyes, I could see very clearly that she had long mahogany hair waving gracefully down her back that framed her heart shaped face. The porcelain skin was on her face was clear and creamy. Her lips were plump and looked very soft even at a distance. But her eyes were what captured me. They were huge chocolate orbs that were so full of profundity and depth that I couldn't look away. But there was something more pressing than her eyes, maybe. More concerning than captivating, though.

I couldn't read her mind. Not a word, not even a whisper. It was infuriating.

She soon noticed my intense staring, but I still couldn't look away from her enchanting gaze, or try to stop my furious attempt to read this girl's mind, yet hard as I try, I didn't hear a thing.

Never in my 107 years of living had I encountered a mind that I couldn't see into. Maybe if I heard her voice, it would be easier to hear her thoughts….

I stared at this mysterious girl, and she stared back, unlike most people who would look away quickly. It felt like there was some connection or force keeping our eyes locked, and as I tried to read her mind and explore her thoughts and her mind, I wanted to know everything about her. Everything about this complete stranger.

How could this be? I had never felt such a strong pull or interest towards anybody- nonetheless a mere human. Why did I want to know everything about her? Why? She was just a human.

Who just so happened to be the only person who's mind I couldn't read.

I was suddenly yanked from my thoughts when the old couple cut off our gaze, running right through the invisible connection. The gaze was released and we both looked away quickly, as if we'd been electrocuted. I ran as quickly as I could to the edge of the forest, where I could still see her.

I could hear her heart beat from all the way across the park accelerating when she glanced back to find me gone before standing up shakily. I watched her as she walked back to her car the same way she had before, reflexively terrified.

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After she left, I ran home and I never stopped thinking about the mysterious girl who, for some reason, I couldn't read.

Ignorance is Bliss- because Edward is unaware that Bella is his singer- ignorance, but he is drawn to her- bliss. Does that make sense?