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Abstract Reality

17-year-old Ana Forrester has lost everything. Her parents, her place in this world, her story. After a near-fatal car crash, the Cullens take her in, where she meets Seth Clearwater. Soon, she realizes that her life may have a chance to turn itself around. But when the Volturi threaten Ana’s safety, she must make a choice between her new family, and the wrath of the Volturi. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE!!!!!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ & REVIEWED!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AT ROUND 2!!!!*~Nymphadora_Cullen~*

In case anyone's wondering, in this story, Ana is 17, which means everything is happening now. Bella's been a vampire for two years, and Nessie is, I guess, about the physical representation of a ten or twelve-year-old. Also, I'm planning to do a playlist for this fic. Check the chapter notes to see what music works for each chapter If anyone has any questions, please leave a review.

6. Chapter 6: Grief

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Chapter 6: Grief

One morning, I awoke from a nightmare, the images still burning in my mind like photographs: I’d been looking for something, but I’d never found it. I couldn’t remember what it was, and yet it had seemed very important to me.

And then I’d seen his face, his eyes staring, his neck broken….

After I awoke, I couldn’t take it, and I’d left the house, finally finding a place to relax on a rock by the river in the backyard. It was there that I sat, water dancing across my feet, waiting for relief from the nightmare.

It was shortly after the sun rose that Seth found me; his warm arms wrapping around my shoulders announced his arrival. I immediately curled up into his chest, breathing in his familiar woodsy scent.

“You’re not alone,” Seth muttered. “I lost my dad three years ago; he had a huge heart attack the first time Leah and I phased.” He paused. “But even that is nothing compared to what happened to your dad.”

“We were very close,” I muttered. “I used to help him out at his garage in Seattle, because he didn’t want to handle money with greasy hands. I remember his scent; it was spicy, like gingerbread. And he never meshed my birthday and Halloween into one day; Halloween was Halloween, and All Saint’s Day was the official “Cake and Presents” day. He never forgot that, and I would always get my present from him November first, still incased in the brown shipping package.”

Seth laid his hot head on my shoulder. “So were my dad and I. Mom used to try to get him to eat vegetables, but he never gave in.” Seth chuckled. “But he made a killer fish fry. Sometimes, Charlie Swan, Bella's dad and Billy Black, Jake's dad, would come home with him, and they’d eat fish fry for lunch.” He looked up at me and smiled.

It was hard not to smile when Seth smiled; it reminded me of the clouds clearing up to reveal a sunny day, or even the sunrise itself. I stared at him, and suddenly, without realizing what had prompted me, or how, I leaned closer to Seth, and kissed him.

It seemed so… right! It was like I had drunk a whole mug of piping hot tea when I kissed him; liquid warmth flew through my body, leaving me almost untouched by last night’s dream. It was exhilarating, and I felt so complete with Seth. I knew in that moment that to separate one of us would be torture for the other.

“I wonder if I could find the tree?’ I asked when we broke apart, more to myself than to him.

“I think so,” Seth said. “The crash wasn’t to far from town; I could take you there.”

Lost for words, I thanked him the only way I could at the moment; I thought the warmth seemed to double as he returned the kiss. When it was over, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed; it could’ve been minutes, hours, or even several sunlit days. But it didn’t matter, because Seth was there, in the heart of that moment.