next day
...
It's over. It was the first thing I thought when I woke up from a dreamless, restful sleep to the dull grey morning light. And it was all I could think getting ready for school and throughout the day. By the time I got home I still couldn't stop thinking it. It was starting to lose its entire, physical meaning to me.
I went for a drive in my Camaro. I passed the blue house with Bella's truck in the driveway, Paul's truck, and Charlie's cruiser that was parked and the ignition turning off with the backlights going out. Bella and Paul were in the front lawn, from the glimpse I got, they seemed to have made up for Paul to tackle her into the grass. They were simply fine. I turned on the stereo and turned up the volume as Kelly Clarkson was just starting to sing Breakaway and rolled down my windows.
Jake peaked through the trees as he followed me from the trees on the other side of the road, Quil and Embry were with him and catching up. I can see the tails wag even in their fast sprinting. They were simply fine. I laughed aloud when Quil and Embry tackled Jacob into the cover of the forest and disappeared from my sight. I focused back on the road, and I settled in for my drive with no destination with a quiet mind and processing ears. The ocean was beautiful when I passed it going south, the sun glittered along the blue surface. The beach was beginning to fill with people by the looks of it.
The sun was bright and warming the air—the wind blowing into the cab of my car was warm and light—the crystal blue sky was filled with scattered with light patches of white clouds.
It's really over. It's over. And everything was following suit in the way it was supposed to from the beginning. Everything was… just the way I wanted it to be. The way we all wanted it to be.
Everything was simply fine. Perfect, just the way it was. But it could be better.
But right now, in this moment of driving out of town. In this hopeful serenity, I just had to break away.
Pun intended.
