Edward was just about to arrive at Bella's, and I saw her open the door. She smiled, but his face was serious. Way to attract a girl, Edward, I thought, but thankfully he began to laugh as he processed their matching outfits. I beamed; of course I had picked out my brother's clothes for the day, in order to diffuse his tense mood. Rejoicing in my own cleverness, I skipped forward a few minutes, and saw Bella driving her ancient, rusty truck out of Forks. I smiled again; Edward's agreement to let Bella drive had been a great source of hilarity in the Cullen household. Edward detested being a passenger and his love of cars nearly matched Rosalie's. For him to put this aside for a girl – and a human girl at that – had provoked Emmett and Jasper to tease their brother mercilessly for the last few days. I had almost (but not quite) begun to regret telling them. Leaving the past again, I wondered why on earth Edward had agreed to this. She was driving so slowly! Of course, he'd told me what the other option was in their compromise and now, watching him watch her, I knew he would never agree not to listen out for her.

The mood suddenly shifted. I frowned and focussed on reading their lips: Bella was going to tell Edward that no one knew where she was. His anger scared me – was he so worried about a motive to bring her home? Would he be that out of control? With a thrill of horror, I realised he would be. It was one of the many possibilities I'd seen last night, and I hurriedly sought it out again, sifting through my mental databank of scenes throughout time.

Sitting in the centre of the meadow, Bella was awestruck and terrified as my brother displayed exactly how easily he could kill her. Just as I was beginning to worry that this was more than a possible future, I realised that I had hit on the key word in my description: this was just a display, and that was all. The scene played out in my head as Edward placed his hand in Bella's and they smiled at each other. I smiled in response; how could Edward ever have denied he was in love?

At that point, Esme walked in. I looked up at my mother and saw the anxiety in her expression. She had been the first person who didn't have a sneak preview to theorise Edward's true feelings for Bella and I knew she was scared of him losing the chance to have a mate and, moreover, to feel love.

"They are so cute together!" I squealed.

"But is there a risk?" Esme replied, wincing slightly at my raised voice.

"He won't kill her," I reassured her, and prayed it was true. "There'll be a couple of close calls, I think, and she'll see the danger, but that's all."

Esme's face visibly smoothed out in relief, but a hint of worry still showed in the set of her brow, marring the usual twinkle of her topaz eyes.

"Do you know how she'll react to that?" The unspoken question was whether she could still love him after seeing the truth about his nature.

"Oh, I wish I could show you!" I exclaimed, thinking of Bella's smile: shy, scared, but still infinitely trusting. "She's extraordinary. When she worked out who we were, she only considered ignoring him for, literally, three seconds. Then she decided it didn't matter. That's what she said to him: 'it doesn't matter to me what you are'. Seriously, he thinks it's only a matter of time before he scares her off, but I'm certain that'll never happen."

My mother smiled. "Where are they now?"

I couldn't actually see the present moment, but I'd long since worked my way around that: I merely looked about a second into the future. Concentrating, I saw the truck shudder to a halt, dark trees surrounding it. The pair was still silent and I cursed Edward for his temper; he still hadn't forgiven her for not telling her father that she was with him. I thought it was so touching, the way she was protecting him (and us) over herself. She obviously cared deeply for him.

Esme was still waiting for an answer. I came out of the vision, drawing my consciousness from one part of my brain to another, much like waking up from a dream. Or at least, that's what everyone else compared it to. I, of course, had no idea.

"They're just getting out of her truck. This next bit could get quite boring; he's decided to go at her speed to get there. The sun won't hit until-" I focussed on the clock opposite my window, waiting for the rays to hit it – "11:29."

"You are going to watch all the time? Just in case?"

I paused. "Edward did ask me to check. But it won't be a thought out decision, if he does go for her."

Esme flinched.

I carried on. "If it starts to change too much, I promised I would try to warn him. Just get close enough so he can hear me. I don't think that will be necessary, but I'm not sure it's feasible, either…" I trailed off, thinking of Edward's rage if I failed to stop him, and flinched as well. And then there was the depression if she died or the guilt if we had to save her in the way only we could…

The worry on Esme's face prompted me to grin wickedly. "And of course, I want to know exactly how Edward's date goes."

"Normally, I would ask you to give your brother a little privacy, but today I'll let you off the hook." She sighed.

"Oh, you want to know what's going on just as much as me!"

She chuckled. "I can't deny that. It's been far too long. So go on then, carry on spying on Edward's first date!"

Still grinning, I slipped back to the forest. The hike was clearly unsettling Bella. I could understand that; of course as soon as Bella had mentioned that Edward had never seen her in Gym, I had taken the opportunity to watch as Edward listened in. She really was hopelessly clumsy.

As I watched her now, she hesitated upon reaching a fallen tree. I expected Edward to huff in impatience, but instead, he hesitated himself, before taking her arm and helping her over the obstacle. Bella glanced at him in surprise, but his eyes were cast down to her elbow, where his snowy skin met her blouse. I saw the blood pool in Bella's cheeks, her blush betraying the depth of the emotion she felt from that simple gesture, from the feeling of his cold fingers touching her. A sound accompanied the vision, which was rare when I didn't actively focus on noise. Bella's heartbeat spluttered for a moment and I knew he could hear it. I wondered what he thought of that.

Only a few seconds had passed before Edward dropped his hand as though scalded. I knew touching her was difficult for him – feeling the heat of her skin, the thud of her pulse, the rush of her blood – but I still felt a surge of annoyance as he pulled away. It wasn't directed at him for his cold behaviour or her for smelling so delicious, but just generally at the hopelessness of the situation. I quashed it for the moment and looked up at Esme, who had sat down next to me while I was unaware. Hm, I must have been quite deeply into the vision not to notice that. Normally, I was at least vaguely aware that something was happening around me.

Esme looked expectantly at me, and I happily obliged her with the details. "He touched her, just to help her over a tree, and her heart… oh, Esme, I don't know much about humans in love but her heart was flying for a second."

Instinctively, Esme's hand flew to her own, silent, heart. No words came from her lips, but her tender expression spoke volumes.

"He must change his mind," I murmured. "He must let Carlisle change her."

We both winced, remembering Edward's rage of last night.