I sat in the grass, well it was more of me laying back, each blade kissing my skin ever so softly as held me suspended above the dirt. My arms stretched out on either side of me and my legs tucked closely together. Today I had decided to wear a light green tank top, that made my skin look almost ivory instead of its usual shade of paleness, along with a pair of dark blue denim shorts. You know, those kind of shorts with the purposefully made holes and a faded look that seemed like you wore them too many times. My brownish red hair had fanned out around me in a halo as I stared up through the tree tops, gazing at the clouds above. It was a calm afternoon in forks. Hinting towards rain and yet holding out. A faint smell of flowers would roll over me when the wind picked up and blew the grass, causing it to glide over my skin in a wave of motion.
When I was little and my dad was still around I could remember coming out to the middle of the clearing and sitting in the flowers, waiting for it to rain and laughing when it did. On days when It didn't I almost felt disappointed. I hated the rain, but I could always count on it to be there. Splashing my skin and causing my wild hair to stick to my face.
And when it snowed I would just stand and stare up into the sky in awe. I used to like the cold way it lingered on my skin and seeped into my bones. It imprinted on me in a way I could never understand fully. Each snow flake leaving its individual pattern to be forever remembered by my skin as it melted away.
"You don't usually come outside often."
"Not anymore." I replied. I had expected him to come to me, as I had often expected rain to come to forks.
"Why not?" I didn't take my eyes off the sky as we spoke to each other. It was as if I was afraid to look up, as if looking up would bring me face to face with nothing but trees.
"I don't feel like it anymore."
"Why not."
"Because I hate it."
"You used to like it though."
"I used to like it." I emphasized the past tense.
"Why not now?"
"Because, there are too many good memories?"
"Aren't good memories, good?" His twinkling laugh echoed in my ears.
"They are painful." I closed my eyes sending myself into darkness, focusing only on his voice. I pictured him standing there, against a tree. His god-like body framed in perfection by the surrounding forest.
"Only if you let them be."
"I can't help it."
"Bella?" Another voice. A more familiar voice. I jumped at the sound of it my eyes flashing open. My palms hit the ground in a disoriented way, flinging my upper body up. I felt dizzy and at the same time frantic. My eyes scanned the woods, and the I saw the movement to my right, my eyes focusing on that area. A muscular boy with tan skin emerged from the woods. "Who where you talking to?"
"Jacob!" A smile lit up across my face and then confusion. I searched the trees, my eyes desperately trying to find the boy I had been talking to and then I turned back to Jacob calmly, shaking my head in slight disbelief. I stood up and walked to stand before him. "No one. No one at all."