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Chapter 12: Split

Rosalie's POV

As the plane descended into Port Angeles, I started to get nervous. I hoped seeing the town I… grew up in I guess, wouldn't bring back painful (in the literal sense) memories. Recently, as I had been looking online for more pictures of Forks, I had been getting more and more painful memories. In the most recent flashback, it didn't hurt so much. All I could see was black, but I could remember the heat. I shuddered at memory of that memory. Although I hoped it meant the pain was receding since it hadn't hurt my head as much.

I felt a rush of adrenalin as the when the wheels hit the tarmac. But the adrenalin was closely followed by fear.

I grabbed my carry-on bag and shuffled out of the plane with the other 20 passengers. Most of them had briefcases. The hostess led us into the terminal for baggage pick up.

I grabbed my small suitcase (I didn't have many clothes as they were all from the hospital and my low salary, part-time job in Miami. Of all those, I didn't have many winter items) and headed out onto the streets of Port Angeles. I found the rent-a-car shop I had contacted before I left and picked up my car.
There were flashes of memory as I drove around Port Angeles: shopping with the black haired pixie I had assumed must be my best friend as we looked nothing alike; dragging the dimple faced man into a shop, begging him to look at something; going into a bar to tease some males, walking on the board walk. All of it caused sharp twinges of pain that left a tenor in my mind after the flashbacks had ended; sort of like aftertastes. It wasn't nice.

I gave a sigh when I realised I was no longer casually circling Port Angeles and was lost. I pulled into the nearest gas station to ask for directions.

The man behind the counter directed me to his house, so I asked to see his manager. He gave me the proper directions then.

I was apprehensive going onto the highway, nothing but a plain stretch of road and unearthly greenery to keep me occupied. I tried to concentrate on school. I laughed as I remembered Jarrod asking me out to a baseball game he and his friends were holding. As if I would want to watch baseball! Baseball had never held much interest for me. I always imagined it with much bigger fields, so when I actually watched a game it was like having everything go tiny, but the players staying the same. Way too easy in my opinion. Yet the boys always had trouble with it.

My mind wandered, each new thought spawning off from another. It only stopped when I saw the 'You are now entering Forks' sign. I gasped and hit the brake.

After a few minutes I realised it was stupid to have stopped and slowly edged the car forward, not having pulled over to the side. It didn't really matter though, not many cars drive along here in the middle of the day.

I continued driving, unsure of what lie ahead.

* * *

Emmett's POV

It'd been months since I'd been here. The room was too familiar and it caused pain to wash through me. Again.

I ran my finger over the bedside table, feeling the dust pool up against it. I bent down to look under the bed. I saw the floorboard was loose where I kept my collection of ballet videos. I growled under my breath. No one was supposed to know about that! I picked the bed up and lifted it to the side. Taking the floorboard out I saw a note was folded up on top of the DVD's. On the front it said My Darling Emmett in Rosalie's handwriting.

I grabbed the note out, curiosity flaring before dropping it and backing away. I couldn't read it. It would be too painful.

The curiosity in me still ebbed away though, trying to get the better of me. My curiosity had always gotten me into trouble. Getting too close to that bear to see if it would do something had been fatal. I would be forever grateful my angel had found me. Then there was the night I had snuck into the woods around Edward and Bella's cottage just 'out of curiosity' and definitely regretted it. Although it did give me some ideas for me and Rose.

Rose. I sighed. She was everywhere here. Poor Jasper couldn't stand it. Well, actually poor Jasper couldn't stand me. It was times like these I felt lucky I didn't have a special vampire ability or, in my mind; superpower. Alice and Edward a) were totally full of themselves, thinking they were know-it-alls and b) had to put up with seeing things they should definitely not want to see. Although I had started worrying about that before Edward met Bella.

There was one thing was fuelling my curiosity more then others. How did Rose know about the DVD collection? It was childish, I know, but I had always had a childish streak in me. I contemplated the outcome of my curiosity in the past. The bear had lead to Rose and immortal life. The Edward/Bella encounter had lead to new ideas for me and Rose. What was the worst that could happen if I read that letter?

Do you really want to answer that? I asked myself. Still, I picked up the paper from the floor. It seemed harmless enough like this, but I knew this harmless little scrap of tree pulp could cause a lot of pain if I let it.

I decided I should read it. Rose had left it to me and for all I knew it would be some sort of instructions to a lost treasure chest. I flipped open the paper and read.

My Darling Emmett,

First of all, yes. I know about you ballet collection. Who doesn't? I let you have your 'secret' because you let me have mine. I assume you already know about my Sesame Street DVD's hidden behind our closet.

That girl knew me too well. I'd have to check out her collection of DVDs later.

Second, I love you. From the moment I saw that bear mauling you (nice fighting though), I loved you. I need you to remember that I still love you. I hope you can forgive me for putting you through this, I'm sorry. Remember the good times and pray through the bad.

You were always my rock, the one person who wouldn't hate me if I attacked someone because they ruined my hair. You just laughed and calmed me down. You made me sane. In a world full of craziness and confusion: you were always there. I hope you find a rock of your own. Although I doubt it will be nearly as strong as mine was.

Third, I'll never forget you. We both know we can't be together after the change and I probably will lose my memory, but I don't think I'll ever forget you. Maybe my conscious will, but not my sub-conscious.

My darling Emmett, be strong. Be brave. For me.

Rose.

If I could cry, I would be. My face would have silent tears running down my cheeks while I read. But I couldn't cry, so instead I just stood there, dazed.

I took a deep breath, but it didn't help. Her scent, her vampire scent, the one I hadn't smelt for months filled this room and made me remember.

The piece of paper was curled up in my hand. I let it drop and sat down on the bed as the sobs started to come. It was going to be long night.

* * *

The sunlight coming through the window was the first thing I registered. I got up and looked through my closet for some clothes. Just as I was reaching for the handle, I remembered something.

I moved the closet to the side and sure enough, there was a hole in the wall with all the seasons of Sesame Street in it. I chuckled quietly to myself. I was going to give her hell for this. I abruptly stopped chuckling when I remembered I couldn't.

I should leave, I thought to myself.

I had been very decisive when Edward called me and told me Rose was coming to Forks. He advised me to stay away and I did the exact opposite. Maybe he was right though, maybe I should go. Would it be too painful to see her? I didn't know.

I went for a run to clear my head.

Running through the familiar trees didn't help though and after a while I could hear someone gaining on me behind me. I stopped.

What do you want Edward?

"Alice said you were thinking about leaving, but was undecided."

So?

"So I was wondering if you were going to leave?"

Would you like that? My thoughts were harsh.

"Of course not Emmett. I just think it would be…better if you left.

So you don't want me here?

"Please remember I've been through what you're going through now."

What was he talking about? Sure, he and Bella had been separated, but he left her. Not the other way around. And he did it for "her own good". Although I thought that was a load of bull. It was obvious to me, me, that that wouldn't be good for her. He still had a justified reason inside himself to stay away though. All I had was the words of Carlisle and my weak will power. That made it extremely hard. He had no clue what it was like for me.

"Alright," Edward said. "I can't empathise then, but I can sympathise. I understand what it is like for you. More so than normal people." He tapped his head.

Whatever Edward. Can you go away?

"Alright. Just, make a clear decision when you decide to leave. I want to know."

Fine!

Edward ran into the forest. Once I thought he couldn't hear me, I allowed my thoughts to go free again. I didn't like the way he'd said 'when' instead of 'if'.

That was really the decider for me. I would stay, just to see her one more time. Then I would go.

I sighed and headed back to the house. Edward wouldn't like this decision, but screw him. He wasn't the boss of me.

I laughed a cold laugh at how childish that sounded.

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