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Edward leaves Bella for the second time...
Bella has suffered so much already, barely able to be called human almost...
She tries once again to lead a normal life as if nothing had gone wrong...
But when she goes off to college and meets some interesting people who could help her change her eternity, will memories be enough for her to accept?


3. Imprints and Goodbyes

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Chapter 3:

“So you’re really leaving to college now, huh?”

I was back in First Beach with Jacob, walking at the shore’s edge. The sun was shining; the clouds thin, leaving the gray ocean sparkling slightly.

Jacob had come back . . . with someone else. He had imprinted at last. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He deserved as much. And much more.

Despite my thoughts of her not being enough for him, I had to admit against my wishes that Maria was his perfect match.

I was home alone, thinking about him; letting my thoughts drift at what could have been despite the pain.

I imagined me walking down the isle, Charlie guiding me to the altar where Edward awaited, a wonderful smile etched on his flawless lips.

I imagined us back at some remote location, celebrating our honeymoon as he shone in the sun’s rays, the wedding ring on my finger a replica of what he did in the sun. I eyed it with a small smile on my lips, thinking that now he was officially mine forever as I was his.

We lay on our backs on the sand, watching as the sunlight slowly dimmed, disappearing behind the horizon. He reached over with his hand, brushing my cheek as he leaned closer.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing my lips with the most gentle of touches. He pulled back, smiling and continued to hold my hand.

I imagined me part of the family, no longer a fragile clumsy human, but a strong, powerful,
beautiful vampire, in which I finally almost matched up to him.

Two raps on the door had interrupted my constant impossible daydreaming.

I got up from the couch, almost dragging my feet, and turned the doorknob, yanking the door open.

And there he stood. Not
him . . . but Jacob.

A weak smile shot upon my face.

Jacob . . . . Oh how I had missed him.

I ran into him hard, wrapping my arms around his waist as I began to sob. “Jacob,” I murmured against his shirt, already staining it with my salty tears.

He brushes my hair, his hot hand burning a trail down to my back. I was instantly comforted.

I pulled back, sniffling and wiping at my wet eyes, which were never really dry anymore.

“Hey,” he whispered smiling, patting my head like if I were a small child. “I want you to meet someone.” He stepped inside and turned to look back at the threshold.

And a girl stood there. Her eyes were wide and brown. She had a nervous smile on her small pink lips as she fidgeted with her tiny hands.

To be quite honest,
everything about her was tiny.

She had a small frame, rounded still, like a child’s. Nevertheless, she was not a child. She was a full-bloomed woman.

Her hair was cropped short, shoulder length. It was brown, healthy looking and fine-textured, like the hair of one of the Garnier Fructis commercials. She had a heart shaped face with a widow’s peak crowning it.

Her skin was beautiful, a creamy beige color. I stared at her, despair sinking into me.

“Bella this is Maria, Maria this is Bella, my best-friend,” Jacob noted, introducing us.

Maria stuck her hand out, a coy smile on her lips. “Hi,” she whispered shyly. “It’s nice to finally meet you; Jacob has told me a lot about you.”

I looked at Jacob then put a fake smile on my face, turning back to shake her little hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

She stepped inside as well, closing the screen door behind her. Jacob went to her side immediately, a huge grin plastered across his face. “I imprinted,” he announced.

I had been crazy jealous and my crying jags had increased when he had announced it. They had met when he had run away, just before my wedding would have occurred. I didn’t like her too much in the beginning, but she had grown on me in the end. Now, I did not mind her so much.

She was shy and didn’t talk too much but when she did, they were kind words and I couldn’t hate her for that.

“Yup,” I nodded, answering Jacob.

“I’m going to miss you,” he admitted, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Yeah, me too,” I whispered, looking away, out into the reflection of the sun dancing on the ocean’s surface.

“You’ll visit us when you can right?” he asked, stopping to look out into the ocean as well. He looked down at me, his friendly eyes reminding how much I will miss him.

I smiled at him genuinely. “I’m going to try my best to do that.”

He bent down to pick up a pebble, sending it flying into the waters. “So, this is it, huh? You’re really leaving this time.”


“Dang, it feels like it was just yesterday that we were in the garage, fixing up those bikes.”

I smiled at the memory. At least I’d had him last time. Now, I had lost him too. Not completely, but I was not exactly going to be able to see him so much anymore.

“I’m really sorry about what happened,” he whispered, still looking out into the murky waters.

A cloud passed under the sun, casting gray shadows around us. It felt like the end was near. A tear escaped my eye as I realized the truth in that. It was near the end. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold on.

I wiped the tear away, taking a deep breath, trying to control the lump that was beginning to form in my throat. “Me too.”

“You and Maria take care; I’ll call whenever I can,” I managed to sound normal, pushing the emotion that wanted to burst out of me further and further down.

But it was no use. Jacob turned to hug me and I hugged him back, crying desperately as I held on to him.

This was good-bye.

* * *

I cried as I drove back into town, the tears blurring the streets ahead worse than any rain had ever blurred it. Instead of driving home, though, I kept driving.

All the way to his house.

I stopped in front of it, white, big, beautiful as the house had always been. Well as long as I had known it anyway.

It felt empty. Of course it did. However, it did not help seeing it. I questioned if it all had just been a dream.

Looking at it now, empty, I felt like crying.

This wasn’t helping. Of course it wouldn’t help, nothing could. A new round of tears crept into my eyes, my heart ripped completely, left in shreds as I saw this once happy sight.

And with that, I left.