Song:: Last Night on Earth - Green Day

Adelaide's music was so loud, she only noticed a figure at the door, as she passed it carrying a fresh load of laundry from the dryer toward the stairs. Rolling her eyes at the person who was interrupting her, she hit the pause button on the remote for the downstairs surround sound and walked toward the door to answer.
"Back to stalking me again?" Adelaide asked as she saw who was on the opposite side of the threshold.
"Hello to you too. Can I come in?"
"No, but I have a feeling you will anyway."
Jacob cocked an eyebrow, "You know me well."
"Stalkers are all the same," she retorted nonchalantly, shrugging as she walked away from the door. He followed her inside.
"Listen Adelaide," his tone suddenly changed to one she didn't recognize. "I know you love him, and I think you two are really cute together. I always thought you could do better than a leech, but the way he pulled you behind him three days ago, I never saw someone so protective of anyone else, not even Edward and Bella."
"You weren't there…" this was not the first time she had questioned Jacob's sanity.
"I was though. It's far too complicated to explain, and even if I tried I know you wouldn't believe me," he flashed her a smile. "But I saw my former best friend get married, and I saw the leeches."
Adelaide rolled her eyes. "yeah, ok."
"The point is, Adelaide, that I can be whatever you need me to be; a friend, a love, a protector, whatever. I see now that what you need me to be is a memory, someone you used to know. I'll always be here if you need me. Goodbye Adelaide." And with that, he walked out the door. She looked at the door for a second, unsure of what exactly to feel. A part of her felt slightly bad that Jacob was hurt, yet the other part of her was glad he was finally out of her hair.
She ran her fingers through her hair. Had it really only been three days? It seemed like it had been a week she had spent packing her life into infernal boxes for the second time in three months. Looking at the clock, to find it was still morning, she climbed the stairs singing along to the songs that spoke of lives far more interesting than hers.

In the midst of her packing, she saw a name light up on her cell phone she hadn't seen in far too long to be allowed.
"Ladybug!" a freshly caffeinated voice exclaimed as soon as she answered.
"Phil! How's the hospital treating you?"
"Oh you know, crabby nurses and the stench of cleaning products on your lunch. But I suppose if people keep doing stupid things I'll keep getting paid," he answered with a laugh.
"Oh and I'm sure they will."
He laughed again. "Yeah…but how are you? Anything new?"
"I'm alright. Nothing's really new, just packing for college." She coincidentally left out the wedding incident.
"I can't believe my baby sister is going to college already…when are you leaving kiddo?"
"Today…"
"What? Why didn't you tell me? I would have flown down and helped you move in!"
"Phil! Chill out! It's ok! Besides, you have a very pregnant wife."
"She wouldn't care, she adores you!"
"Never underestimate the anger of a pregnant woman Phillip. You should know this by now."
"Should being the operative word. Now, how's whats-his-name? Is he treating you ok? Cuz if he's not…"
"He treats me wonderfully Phillip. You should meet him, he's really great."
"I'd love to ladybug. Shit, listen, I'm being paged. Call me when you're all moved in ok? Love you, kid."
"Love you too."
Hanging up the phone, she looked at it thoughtfully. It had been three days since she had seen, let alone spoken to Scott. Did he even know she was leaving in a few short hours? He must. She was never the needy type of girl, but she missed him, and at least wanted to speak to him before she left Forks. Flipping open her phone she typed a short message, 'Please call me, it's important. I love you always Scott' and hit send. Five minutes soon became thirty, and thirty soon became ninety. As the minute hand moved closer to three o'clock, she began to wonder if he had received the text at all. He usually responded within the minute.

Three o'clock came before her phone had lit up. Slipping on the only shoes she hadn't packed, her trusty converse, she grabbed the last box that hadn't been moved to the trunk of her convertible, and opened her front door for the last time. However, there, laying on her stoop was an envelope with her name scrawled messily across the front. Unlike everything else, the envelope was dry, as if it had been laid there a minute ago, untouched by the pouring rain. She slowly set down the box, her heart sinking. Her fingers trembled as she carefully opened the letter, sitting down on the porch swing.

My dearest Addie,

Words cannot express my love for you. You have brightened my life in ways you cannot begin to imagine. You gave me my first reason to live since the death of my sister. I never would have dreamed I would find a person with whom I fit so perfectly. You are my everything Addie, and never doubt that. If my heart had a beat, it would be for you.

I wish I could say this to you face to face, however, due to recent event, that is an impossibility. I regret not seeing your beautiful face once more. There is no other way to say this Addie, and I know you prefer upfront honesty. By the time you read this, I will be gone. We had to leave due to Bella being a newborn. My first and foremost concern is for your safety and happiness, which is why I had to leave. It wasn't safe anymore for you anymore Addie. It breaks my heart that I am breaking my promise of never leaving you. But I promise, with everything I have, I will come back when it is safe again. Please be happy love, no matter what it takes. And if we get the chance to be happy again together, if it's meant to be, I'll be there by your side.

Forever yours,

Scott

A small smile found it's way to her lips and she carefully folded the letter up, slipped it back into the envelope and into the box she had been carrying. Adelaide picked up the box, placed it into her already loaded trunk and slammed it shut. The radio played a ballad as she got into her sleek little car and sped off down the street. A glace back at the two-story house in Forks was not given as she sped off to her new life in Seattle.