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So I've been asked to recap what has happened in this story so far, so I'm just going to go all the way back to The Letter.

Edward left, but he got a letter from Bella that made him return. Turns out Bella was kidnapped. To protect herself her mind sealed her memories of this away, and they surfaced in her dreams. Somewhere during this Edward and Bella get back together. On her way back from La Push she is kidnapped again by Paul. Paul is killed by Felix and Victoria, who take Bella to Volterra where Felix turns her into a vampire. Aro lies and tells the Cullens she's dead when they arrive to rescue her. A year later the Cullens return to Volterra to see Bella who is now Felix's mate. However Bella is now an empty shell. Aro gives them two days to revive her. Unfortunatly they fail and must leave. When they're gone Bella revives and confronts Aro. He lets her leave but he kills Heidi in front of her.

This brings us to Healing. Bella is now alone and trying to work through her issues. The Denali coven give her a mobile and someone leaves Bella's phone number where Edward can find it.

BPOV

My mind was made up, my course set. I sped through the forests of Canada until I reached the border, and then slipped through easily. A tinge of regret nagged at me.

I never did find an iceberg.

I'd found something else though. Or rather that something else had found me.

After my failed iceberg hunt I had been sulking. Productively of course. I had been thirsty and needed to hunt, so thanks to the vampiric ability to multitask I had managed to sulk at the same time.

However thanks to said sulking I hadn't registered the figure barreling towards me until it was too late.

Instinct had kicked in, and my power had flared to life, repelling the stranger away from me. He collided with a tree, leaving a dent in the trunk. Red eyes had met my topaz ones, and a growl had risen in my throat.

Red eyes meant danger.

Only enemies had red eyes.

The vampire had lunged towards me again, only to stop a few feet away from me. My shield had pulsed as he tried to step through. He had tried again before standing still, holding his arms limp at his side.

"You're strong," he had complimented me, "Especially for an animal drinker. They're supposed to be weak." I had watched him warily, wondering where he was going with this chatter. "I'm Garrett, what's your name?" I hadn't replied. I don't trust those with red eyes.

"Are you a mute? Yes? No? Alright then I'll call you Goldy until further notice, how's that?" his nonsensical blathering had relaxed me, and I had been somewhat reminded of Emmett. That similarity made me feel safe. I had let down the shield surrounding me, hoping I wouldn't regret the decision.

"What do you want?" I had asked him.

"Ah! It speaks!" he only gasped in reply, feigning shock.

"Answer the question."

"I want to satisfy my curiosity," he had replied.

"Curiosity about what?"

"A lot of things. But right now I'm curious about you. Where are you going? Why do you drink animals? What's your past? Are you single?"

"Nowhere. Because I want to. None of your business. And taken."

"Shame. But no matter! May I join you on your journey to nowhere?" Cocky git.

"No," I had turned to leave, but he kept pace with me.

"Why not?"

"Because you have red eyes."

"So what if I drank from animals?"

"Still no," I had sped, anxious to leave him behind.

"Oh, come on! You must be lonely!" that had struck a nerve. I was lonely. But he was annoying.

"Fine." I had snapped. "But you must only drink from animals."

"Done," Garrett had agreed.

"I will know if you don't."

"I know. So where are we going?"

"I don't know."

"Well where do you want to go?"

"Home,"

"And where's that?"

Where Edward is.

"Forks. I want to see if my father is alright,"

"The let's go!"

His pestering had led us here. After crossing the border we stopped in Seattle, before continuing on to Forks. I wanted to see Charlie. I had to make sure he was alright. But I was scared. Garrett had gone into the city to get me new clothes. He had been shocked to discover that I had only the clothes on my back, and since I had been wearing them since leaving Volterra, they were getting a bit grubby.

But him leaving had left me in a Motel room all alone, with no one to keep me company except fear and a shiny phone. I stared at the phone in question, the temptation to call him strong. I wanted to hear his voice and wrap it around me like a protective blanket. My fingers moved impulsively, selecting Edward's number to call.

My hands shook as I held the phone to my ear. He's not going to pick up. But I waited. I would wait until the phone disconnected the call, but that would mean that he didn't want to talk to me. An invisible hand squeezed my heart, despair beginning to choke me.

"Bella?" Oh God his voice. It was like a soothing balm on an open wound. "Bella, please talk to me," he begged. I could hear the longing in his voice, the same longing I felt for him. "Okay, but Bella can I talk to you? Can I tell you how much I love you? Can I tell you how much I want you in my arms again?" he still loved me, even though I was causing him pain by not being with him. "Can I speak of how I think of you always, and dream of seeing you once more?" Same here Edward, I want to see you so much I cried silently. "Oh Bella, you have no idea of how much I want to hold you, kiss you, but I will wait for you to come back to me. And then I will tell you again what I have told you more than a thousand times. Come home my love; let me see you once more,"

I hung up on him hurriedly, before I broke down. I would see him again; I knew I could not survive eternity without him.

But first I had to see Charlie.

—X—

He was smiling when I saw him. He had a wife, and he was happy. I watched from the shadows as he laughed with her, his eyes sparkling with joy. He was happy, and that was what mattered. I tore myself away from the sight before them, running back to Garrett. He had stayed in the woods behind the house whilst I ventured forth. He was sitting on a rock with his back to me when I found him.

As soon as I got near he rose from his seat and enveloped me into a hug. Despite my initial distrust of him, I now thought of him as my older brother,

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling back to meet my amber eyes with his own. True to his word he had stopped feeding on humans.

"He's happy," I choked out.

"That's good right?"

"I know, I'm so selfish. It just hurts that he could be happy without me," I blubbered, ashamed of myself. Garrett tsked me gently, drawing me back into his arms.

"Oh, Goldy," he sighed. He'd kept calling me that even after I told him my name. He kept his arms around me until my sobs quieted. I was grateful to him, but it was another set of arms I craved.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Goldy?"

"Doing what?" I sniffled.

"Torturing yourself. Denying your desire return to your mate." He explained, "It's eating away at you, and it won't get better until you're with him,"

"I can't," I protested.

"Why not?"

"Because I'll keep relying on him, and I won't be able to stand up on my own,"

"Goldy, you can barely do that now. What's wrong with letting him help you? You need him Goldy. Go to him,"

He was right. I knew he was right. But I couldn't go yet.

There was something I had to do first.

Garrett is also awesome.

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