I like Carlisle. I also like Jack Sparrow. Random? I guess so. Don't you love it?!


Date: 3rd January

Character: Carlisle

Stimulus: Needle


Hiking. Most humans would call us crazy for hiking in January, but for us, it's not a problem. Even Edward has tagged along—he shoots me a baleful look as I think this, and then looks quickly away. He knows exactly how much it pains all of us, to see him like this.

Jasper can't take it. He and Alice have left, because Edward's guilt and pain is too much for him to handle.

The needle on my compass whirls momentarily, and I stare at it, transfixed. Another compass flashes through my mind. From a film… Pirates of the Caribbean, if I'm not mistaken. The pirate's compass. The one that points to what you want the most.

"Jack Sparrow?" Edward supplies.

I nod, surprised. It's maybe the first time that he's spoken willingly since…

His expression crumples, and I end that thought there. If the compass I held now was the pirate's compass, and Edward touched it, I knew where it would point.

We all did.