Previously:I could see Bella's shoulders tense up at the question, my curious was peeked I hadn't heard of anyone renting or buying a house in the area. So where was she staying?

Bella's POV:

I had been in The States for two weeks and had managed to get from New York City to the La Push resevation, I wanted to see the ocean. It was something I had never seen before, I bought a map at the airport with the last of the money I had. It took me five minutes to decide where I wanted to go there was something that drew me to La Push. So here I am now sitting on the shore of an ocean, I can't explain to you how it felt the first time I looked out over the ocean it was magnificant it was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a huge expanse of pure mystery snd it made me feel like I was just another grain of sand on the beach, I loved the feeling that there was something so much bigger than all of us. If you think about the sea is the greatest murderer it is unbearable strong and beautiful and most of all it's admirable. I had a great respect for the sea but I feel for those who have lost thier lives to her.

I stood from the sand, I had to find some place to crash for the night, I was not used to living like this having no home to go to no place to lay my head down at night. The first night like this I had a gnawing feeling in my gut, to say the sandman didn't visit me that night would be an understatement I lay wide awake until dawn before I packed my shit up and moved on. I found a path at the edge of the forest, I took my chance and followed it before it came to an opening at the top of cliff. My curiousity had me peering over the ledge dispite my intense fear of heights, I quickly stumbled back it was a long way down and the height was making my stomach churn. I rested my back against the tree trying to settle my stomach a little before follow the track further on until it opened up to another clearing with an even higher cliff. This one however had a shelf about ten feet down that was at the entrance of a cave which was a perfect camping spot for me to spend the night but that also meant I had to find away down there. I contimplted my options for a moment before heading to the easiest looking route it took me a couple of minutes to reach the ledge, I shuffled along the ledge to the entrance of the cave before crawling in.

I set up my camp in the entrance of the cave I wanted to be able to see the stars when night fell and want to see the moon glistening off of the ocean bellow but to my utter disappointment the thick cloud cover disipated any chance for the twinkling lights to come out. I woke with the sun the next morning having felt safe enough to get some sleep, I ate the remaining food that I had stolen from an old ladies house in the town before.

Once I hd finished my breackfast of cookies and canned sweet corn I headed down to the beach, I contimplated what I had lost and how difficult here on out would be. I spun around when I heard a deep belly laugh, I have to admit that I to snickered at one of huge men laughing face down in the sand, I didn't have to see what happened to no.

The sound of my own laughter brought his attention to me but when our eyes something unexplainable happened, that naghing feeling I've been having suddenly disapeared like somehow this strange man is what I'd been look for this whole time.

I felt a connection with him but I had no idea what it was but it did trigger a memory from long ago. My grand mother had sat me down and tpld me that when the time came a secret would be revealed one that would effect the rest of my life and that I would mert a man that had a secret of his own. She told me that we would cross pathhs when I needed someone the most, I guesd that old bat knew what she was talking about because hear I was staring at theman that I had no doubt she was talking about. Two days after Gran and I had that chat she passed away at the time I drew no connection between the two but now thinking back on it, it's almost like she held out that long just to tell me that.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by someone sitting down beside me, with a glance I found it to be my mystery me; Paul he said his name was. It suited him it was strong and demanding not the kind of man that I was used to in Denmark all men were respectful to women but they were some what boring if you will but I have a feeling Paul wasn't like that at all my instincts were telling me that he was fiercly loyal but didn't take shit from anyone. I could see that he would push people he cared aboutnout of there comfort zone, he wouldn't do it to be cruel but to make you stronger and right now I could probably use that.

He sat with me for a while but I seemed to notice that every time I spoke he would shuffle slightly in his seat, I didn't know what to make of that. Was he uncomfortable with my accent I could only imagine how heavy it was to Americans. I stayed on the beach for a couple of hours after he left, I was running through the options of what his secret could be but I could come up with any thing plausable. I would have to look into it but with this connection it made me start think about my own secret which would easy if I actually knew what it was. Yeah thats right my Gran told me I had a secret but she didn't tell me what the secret was all she would say is that I would find out when I became a women. She was a crazy old bst if you ask me.