BPOV

I phoned the first person that came to my mind, the person definitely to have been included in this, the one that I could explain this to, even with difficulty it was worth the shot. Charlie. He picked up the home phone on the second ring and began to congratulate me. I whimpered softly. "Dad, can you pick me up at the restaurant?"

"Bells, what's wrong?" I shook my head though I was the only one it made any difference to.

"I'll explain when you're here."

It took me a moment after he hung up for me to do the same.

Waiting in the cold breeze of the early evening was the hardest thing, knowing that Edward - my Edward - was waiting in the room behind me. I prayed silently that he would come outside but I was too scared to think what would happen if he did. Would I trust myself to stay and talk to him?

I didn't have to wait long before Charlie's police car stopped nearby. Exactly how long, I had no idea. Time seemed meaningless.

When I climbed inside and shut the door, he placed a hand on mine. "You okay?"

I nodded, keeping my eyes focused on my lap. "Let's just go home."

He rolled out of the parking area where I had arrived just hours before with Jasper and Emmett and began the drive to his and my younger self's house.

I watched the town blur past the car, people continuing with their average day's work. It didn't feel right; me torn from the inside out and them simply passing by as usual. It pushed the truth further into my mind. By closing my eyes, I could at least block it out.

When I opened them again, Charlie was sliding out of the driver seat. I took in a deep breath, forcing the air to circulate around my lungs and watched him walk up the path.

Hesitantly, I got out of the car too. At the noise of the door closing, he glanced over at me and smiled softly. It was the sort saved for occasions like this, when parents want to reassure you and explain that they are available to talk by a simple gesture.

"Dad, I'm … I'm just going to go upstairs."

The smile slowly faded as he nodded once and continued up the path to the front door, unlocking it and leaving it ajar for me.

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My bedroom hadn't changed in the couple of years I had last inhabited it. Apart from the open windows, letting a cooling blast of air circulate the room, the place had been left as I wanted it to be. Even the battered copy of 'Wuthering Heights' had been kept upside down, open at the page I had last read, on the windowsill.

I sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, looking out at the treetops. The forest shimmered with the golds and reds of the setting sun. It cast brilliant light through the room quite suddenly as the clouds let it emerge. I desperately wished I could bottle it, to save it for a day like today, when nothing seemed to be going right.

And then I remembered.

Just as quickly as I had placed his name in my head, it disappeared. But he was my light for so long before, when I had been abandoned. He was my strength when I had none and my laughter when all I could do was cry.

I scrambled to reach my bedside cabinet, pulling out papers and tattered books. When the bottom of the wooden drawer was visible, it was then that I saw what I was looking for. It matched the grain nearly perfectly, and if it hadn't been for the silver chain that linked it together, I would never have noticed.

A tiny carved figure sat forgotten for an unknown number of months, simply gathering dust.

As I picked it up in my hand and ran my finger along the indentures, I knew my sunlight, my warmth, my hope still existed.

"Jacob," I whispered, tightening my hand around the beautiful wolf that meant more to me than any average gift. Why it had lain lost for so long, I wasn't quite positive.

But immediately, I knew … He would not be lost from my life for any longer.

I haven't written on here in such a long time and I don't really have any excuse. With exams and the like, FanFiction was more at the back of my mind and I have to apologise for the delay. I hope you all enjoy this chapter though, and don't worry, we will hear of Edward again (if all goes to plan!). C:

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