5.

Sighing, I stomp my way to the waiting are, hoping to find the person supposedly waiting for me.

"Messy bronze hair and green eyes. Messy bronze hair and green eyes..." Repeatedly chanting it to myself, I slowly realize those two descriptions ring bells quite loudly in my mind.

"Bella Swan?" a male voice called from a distance. My eyes widened when I see the man's face. It's like this day is dreadfully turning to a nightmare. I gulp hard, staring straight at him. "Bella? You don't remember me?"

God, I so wish I don't.


SHORTEST. CHAPTER. I'VE. EVER. MADE.