“He doesn’t like to tell other people’s stories — he feels like he’s betraying confidences； because he hears
so much more than just the parts they mean for him to hear。”
She smiled and shook her head。 “I probably ought to give him more credit。 He’s really quite decent； isn’t
he？”
“I think so。”
“I can tell。” Then she sighed。 “I haven’t been fair to you； either； Bella。 Did he tell you why？ Or was that
too confidential？”
“He said it was because I was human。 He said it was harder for you to have someone on the outside who
knew。”
Rosalie’s musical laughter interrupted me。 “Now I really feel guilty。 He’s been much； much kinder to me
than I deserve。” She seemed warmer as she laughed； like she’d let down some guard that had never been
absent in my presence before。 “What a liar that boy is。” She laughed again。
“He was lying？” I asked； suddenly wary。
“Well； that’s probably putting it too strongly。 He just didn’t tell you the whole story。 What he told you was
true； even truer now than it was before。 However； at the time 。 。 。” She broke off； chuckling nervously。 “It’s
embarrassing。 You see； at first； I was mostly jealous because he wanted you and not me。”
Her words sent a thrill of fear through me。 Sitting there in the silver light； she was more beautiful than
anything else I could imagine。 I could not pete with Rosalie。
“But you love Emmett 。 。 。 ；” I mumbled。
She shook her head back and forth； amused。 “I don’t want Edward that way； Bella。 I never did — I love
him as a brother； but he’s irritated me from the first moment I heard him speak。 You have to understand；
though 。 。 。 I was so used to people wanting me。 And Edward wasn’t the least bit interested。 It frustrated me；
even offended me in the beginning。 But he never wanted anyone； so it didn’t bother me long。 Even when we
first met Tanya’s clan in Denali — all those females！ — Edward never showed the slightest preference。 And
then he met you。” She looked at me with confused eyes。 I was only half paying attention。 I was thinking about
Edward and Tanya and all those females； and my lips pressed together in a hard line。
“Not that you aren’t pretty； Bella；” she said； misreading my expression。 “But it just meant that he found
you more attractive than me。 I’m vain enough that I minded。”
“But you said ‘at first。’ That doesn’t still 。 。 。 bother you； does it？ I mean； we both know you’re the most
beautiful person on the pla。”
I laughed at having to say the words — it was so obvious。 How odd that Rosalie should need such
reassurances。
Rosalie laughed； too。 “Thanks； Bella。 And no； it doesn’t really bother me anymore。 Edward has always
been a little strange。” She laughed again。
“But you still don’t like me；” I whispered。
Her smile faded。 “I’m sorry about that。”
We sat in silence for a moment； and she didn’t seem inclined to go on。
“Would you tell me why？ Did I do something 。 。 。 ？” Was she angry that I’d put her family — her Emmett
— in danger？ Time and time again。 James； and now Victoria 。 。 。
“No； you haven’t done anything；” she murmured。 “Not yet。”
I stared at her； perplexed。
“Don’t you see； Bella？” Her voice was suddenly more passionate than before； even while she’d told her
unhappy story。 “You already have everything。 You have a whole life ahead of you — everything I want。 And
you’re going to just throw it away。 Can’t you see that I’d trade everything I have to be you？ You have the
choice that I didn’t have； and you’re choosing wrong！”
I flinched back from her fierce expression。 I realized my mouth had fallen open and I snapped it shut。
She stared at me for a long moment and； slowly； the fervor in her eyes dimmed。 Abruptly； she was
abashed。
“And I was so sure that I could do this calmly。” She shook her head； seeming a little dazed by the flood of
emotion。 “It’s just that it’s harder now than it was then； when it was no more than vanity。”
She stared at the moon in silence。 It was a few moments before I was brave enough to break into her
reverie。
“Would you like me better if I chose to stay human？”
She turned back to me； her lips twitching into a hint of a smile。 “Maybe。”
“You did get some of your happy ending； though；” I reminded her。 “You got Emmett。”
“I got half。” She grinned。 “You know that I saved Emmett from a bear that was mauling him； and carried
him home to Carlisle。 But can you guess why I stopped the bear from eating him？”
I shook my head。
“With the dark curls 。 。 。 the dimples that showed even while he was grimacingin pain 。 。 。 the strange
innocence that seemed so out of place on a grown man’s face 。 。 。 he reminded me of Vera’s little Henry。 I
didn’t want him to die — so much that； even though I hated this life； I was selfish enough to ask Carlisle to
change him for me。
“I got luckier than I deserved。 Emmett is everything I would have asked for if I’d known myself well
enough to know what to ask for。 He’s exactly the kind of person someone like me needs。 And； oddly enough；
he needs me； too。 That part worked out better than I could have hoped。 But there will never be more than the
two of us。 And I’ll never sit on a porch somewhere； with him grayhaired by my side； surrounded by our
grandchildren。”
Her smile was kind now。 “That sounds quite bizarre to you； doesn’t it？ In some ways； you are much more
mature than I was at eighteen。 But in other ways 。 。 。 there are many things you’ve probably never thought
about seriously。 You’re too young to know what you’ll want in ten years； fifteen years — and too young to
give it all up without thinking it through。 You don’t want to be rash about permanent things； Bella。” She patted
my head； but the gesture didn’t feel condescending。
I sighed。
“Just think about it a little。 Once it’s done； it can’t be undone。 Esme’s made do with us as substitutes 。 。 。
and Alice doesn’t remember anything human so she can’t miss it。 。 。 。 You will remember； though。 It’s a lot to
give up。”
But more to get in return； I didn’t say aloud。 “Thanks； Rosalie。 It’s nice to understand 。 。 。 to know you
better。”
“I apologize for being such a monster。” She grinned。 “I’ll try to behave myself from now on。”
I grinned back at her。
We weren’t friends yet； but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t always hate me so much。
“I’ll let you sleep now。” Rosalie’s eyes flickered to the bed； and her lips twitched。 “I know you’re
frustrated that he’s keeping you locked up like this； but don’t give him too bad a time when he gets back。 He
loves you more than you know。 It terrifies him to be away from you。” She got up silently and ghosted to the
door。 “Goodnight； Bella；” she whispered as she shut it behind herself。
“Goodnight； Rosalie；” I murmured a second too late。
It took me a long time to fall asleep after that。
When I did sleep； I had a nightmare。 I was crawling across the dark； cold stones of an unfamiliar street；
under lightly falling snow； leaving a trail of blood smeared behind me。 A shadowy angel in a long white dress
watched my progress with resentful eyes。
The next morning； Alice drove me to school while I stared grumpily out the windshield。 I was feeling
sleepdeprived； and it made the irritation of my imprisonment that much stronger。
“Tonight we’ll go out to Olympia or something；” she promised。 “That would be fun； right？”
“Why don’t you just lock me in the basement；” I suggested； “and forget the sugar coating？”
Alice frowned。 “He’s going to take the Porsche back。 I’m not doing a very good job。 You’re supposed to
be having fun。”
“It’s not your fault；” I muttered。 I couldn’t believe I actually felt guilty。 “I’ll see you at lunch。”
I trudged off to English。 Without Edward； the day was guaranteed to be unbearable。 I sulked through my
first class； well aware that my attitude wasn’t helping anything。
When the bell rang； I got up without much enthusiasm。 Mike was there at the door； holding it open for me。
“Edward hiking this weekend？” he asked sociably as we walked out into the light rain。
“Yeah。”
“You want to do something tonight？”
How could he still sound hopeful？
“Can’t。 I’ve got a slumber party；” I grumbled。 He gave me a strange look as he processed my mood。
“Who are you —”
Mike’s question was cut short as a loud； growling roar erupted from behind us in the parking lot。
Everyone on the sidewalk turned to look； staring in disbelief as the noisy black motorcycle screeched to a stop
on the edge of the concrete； the engine still snarling。
Jacob waved to me urgently。
“Run； Bella！” he yelled over the engine’s roar。
I was frozen for a second before I understood。
I looked at Mike quickly。 I knew I only had seconds。
How far would Alice go to restrain me in public？
“I got really sick and went home； okay？” I said to Mike； my voice filled with sudden excitement。
“Fine；” he muttered。
I pecked Mike swiftly on the cheek。 “Thanks； Mike。 I owe you one！” I called as I sprinted away。
Jacob revved his engine； grinning。 I jumped on the back of his seat； wrapping my arms tightly around his
waist。
I caught sight of Alice； frozen at the edge of the cafeteria； her eyes sparking with fury； her lip curled back
over her teeth。
I shot her one pleading glance。
Then we were racing across the blacktop so fast that my stomach got lost somewhere behind me。
“Hold on；” Jacob shouted。
I hid my face in his back as he sped down the highway。 I knew he would slow down when we hit the
Quileute border。 I just had to hold on till then。 I prayed silently and fervently that Alice wouldn’t follow； and
that Charlie wouldn’t happen to see me。 。 。 。
It was obvious when we had reached the safe zone。 The bike slowed； and Jacob straightened up and
howled with laughter。 I opened my eyes。
“We made it；” he shouted。 “Not bad for a prison break； eh？”
“Good thinking； Jake。”
“I remembered what you said about the psychic leech not being about to predict what I’m going to do。
I’m glad you didn’t think of this — she wouldn’t have let you go to school。