A/N: Okay, so I'm not really sure when the Cullens really leave. But I didn't think it would hurt the story much, so I kept it like this. Well, here it is. Chapter twelve.

That night, I opened my windows. Not long after I had done so, I felt Blaine's cold arms around my waist.

"Hey," he whispered into my ear. I reached up and put my hand on his cheek.

"Hey."

"So when are you going to start packing?" he asked.

"Packing?" I slipped out of his grasp and sat on my bed.

"We're leaving in less than two weeks." Blaine sat on my left, putting his arm around my waist.

"Um, Blaine, didn't Alice tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I'm not going. I forgave you, and I apologized for my behavior, but I'm staying with my mom. Sorry, Blaine." His arm fell from my waist. Then he stood up, getting ready to leave. "Wait--Don't leave." I grabbed his hand, but he pulled it away and was gone.

"Blaine," I said exasperated. It had been a week, or so, since I told him my decision. He was going to leave in a couple of days. "Maybe I deserve this—Maybe I deserve the silent treatment—but Blaine! You're leaving in two days! That's how much time we have left!"

Blaine just sat quietly, staring at his lunch tray.

I got up, realizing the date, and went over to the table Edward and Bella shared.

"Happy Birthday, Bella," I said, forcing a smile. Then I walked toward my next class, counting down the last seconds of lunch while looking at my watch.

"Four…Three…Two…One…" Right on the dot.

Blaine's POV

"…You're leaving in two days! That's how much time we have left!"

Two days, I thought as I stared at my tray. Is it really worth it? I asked myself. She's not coming—And ignoring her isn't going to change her mind…It's not worth it. God…two days!...

"Emile?" She was sitting on her bed, crying. Dangit, Blaine, you idiot! "Em, are you okay?"

I sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into my lap.

"D-does it l-look like I'm okay?" I recognized the bitterness in her voice as hurt.

She cried on my shoulder for a full hour.

When she finally stopped, she pulled away, and the beautiful gray eyes I was so accustomed to were red from crying.

"Blaine?" she said. "Remember that note you wrote to me when Bella was tracked?" She got up out of my lap and walked over to her dresser, pulling said note out of the top drawer.

"Um…" I remembered the night clearly, and the desperation of it all. "…yes."

She handed me the note, and I read it. I came to the last line—"I love you"—I remembered thinking that I might've been destroyed by the tracker—James—when I wrote it.

I looked up at Emile. More tears were threatening to fall from her eyes as she said, in a
voice that even I could barely hear, "I love you, too, Blaine."

Emile's POV

Blaine stood up and hugged me. Then he stepped back and wiped my tears from my eyes.

He leaned in, as if to kiss me, but paused at the last second. I crossed the last of the space between us, my lips just barely brushing his.

Blaine pulled me closer, kissing back.

Then, without breaking the kiss, he picked me up and sat on my bed. Then he pulled away.

"What?" I asked. Blaine smiled and pointed at the clock.

"It's getting late." He put his forehead to mine. "You need to sleep."

"But we only have two days left. I don't want to waste—"

"It's not a waste if we're going to stay up all night on our last night. If you want to accomplish that, you have to get a lot of extra sleep, first. I used to do that before my dad caught me." He grimaced at mentioning his dad.

"Okay," I said, giving in. "But you won't leave tonight, will you?"

"I never do—except in the mornings, of course." He stood up and pulled the covers back,
holding me with one hand. Then he placed me in bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

He kissed my forehead and said, "Goodnight, Em. We still have two days."

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