A/N: For the 10 people that follow this, thanks for your patience! (haha – I'm in a way glad because if I had hundreds like "Album Leaf", I would feel so bad for not being able to update often) I am in my senior year in high school and luckily have now been accepted to college, so I have one thing off my back, but my IB finals are rapidly approaching (AH!). So, um, who knows when I'll update again?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not I.

092. Haunted -

Hauntings all begin with some dreadful means and there are no exceptions.

I didn't know why I was there, but it seemed right. And know I believe more than ever that I was right. I was in the clear.

It was he who didn't seem right.

I watched her pine away for months on end with nothing to go on but some finite hope that he would come back. That he would come and take her into his arms and never let her go ever again.

I know that's what I would do if I had the chance.

But it isn't me. I see that in her eyes. I see the way her hope struggles to firmly grasp that last thread at the end of the rope before she will go tumbling into the dark, murky water. She has already been in that lake of sorrow and she found one way out. Why should anyone, least of all she, have to lose their grip on this hold and tumble back in until they maybe grab hold one more time or ultimately take in so much water that they only find themselves unable to push the water from their lungs one more time.

Her color's coming back in her cheeks, her eyes are brightening up, her hair and skin are looking just healthier overall.

But she still lacks that spark that just says, "I'm Bella and I'm here." Instead, she seems as though she is trying to be two places at once and failing miserably.

You can't look forward if you never stop looking back.

When she gives me that smile, I feel my heart do a back flip and I know I'll do anything she asks. I know I'll be the one sacrificing this green love that may never mature because she is haunted by a love that will never give up the ghost.

If she gives me that chance, I will run up and take it, even if it means scaring away the spirits of days past. Just give me that chance, Bella! I will make all your nightmares disappear and the plug with be pulled. Your lake will drain and you will have no need for some fraying rope to hold on to. Give me a chance! I could give you land to set your feet on with assurance of it never flooding again.

But instead you chose to live in a haunted lake filling with water so fast that no dams can hold it back. No levees will stop the flood. Just leave your haunting and come with me.

Hauntings all begin with some dreadful means and there are no exceptions. But they end with the hope of never coming back.