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The Almost Opposite: Setting Sun

It seemed as if things could get better after the three years of waiting for it to change. My mind was beginning to forget all the pain and open up again. Maybe not to love but to at least happiness. To forgivness. Then, the owner of the Volvo, Regan Atwood, a girl who's differnt in many differnt ways, comes to find Edward with the key to moving on. This story is for the people who didn't like Breaking Dawn. Hope you enjoy. It's off the wall and really really fun for me to write so I hope you really relaly like it.

This story is very off the wall. I thought of it while at a jazz cafe and there was an amazingly good looking guy and he was talking to his friend ((not that i was evedropping O.O)) about how this girl was the key to moving on and blah blah blah. I'M RAMBLING. I hope you enjoy the story. Because I love it!

4. Life with Feeling

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The drive to Seattle was easy enough. It was a quick hop, skip, and a jump down highway 101, which eventually turned into 104, and finally to highway 3 which led into Seattle. Though forty-five minutes wasn't a bad time to make it so Seattle, it would have been faster on foot where I could have cut through the Olympic National Forrest. Unfortunately, I needed the car in town so I dealt with the forty-five minutes.

As usual, Seattle was filled with people of all different types, the only trait most of them shared was that they looked like out of place, soaked Eskimos. There was a haze in the air and I could smell the far off scent of rain. It was the beginning of November so the rain was often and the temperature was low. Thankfully, Seattle was known for rain the month of November because I figured I would eventually have to walk.

Regan, most likely wouldn't get in a car with a person she just met. I shook my head, actually I didn't know what she would do. I only knew what Bella would have done. I huffed out my trademark sigh and looked around at the people on the sidewalk to look for any sign of Regan. There was none, only people I didn't recognize, or care to recognize.

Most of the time when I'm focused on a person, they sort of are easier to find. However, their thoughts help but if need be, I could deal without them and completely rely on my sense of smell. Seattle wasn't the perfect place to smell someone because everything that was their, especially with the water wafting through the town which doused everything in a salty aroma.
I drove down a main street along Elliot Bay and pulled up to a stop light, glancing at the sidewalks when I saw a familiar feature similar to Regan's. None of the faces matched hers and I becoming discouraged.

Finally, the light I was sitting at turned green and I lightly pushed on the gas. However, I didn't see the woman dressed in a black coat until I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Thankfully, my reflexes were above average and I stopped before my car hit her.

The smell seeped into my car faster then I anticipated and my mouth salivated at the smell of her. Regan was standing in front of my car and hadn't realized it was me through the dark tinted windows.

However, as the scent started to fix itself into the leather of the seats, a new smell met my nose. It was a very manly aroma. Truthfully, it turned my stomach a little and I rubbed my mouth subconsciously to try and rid myself of the nausea. The scent was of oak and honey, mixed to perfection with a sort of liquor smell. I snarled because I knew that Regan had been with someone very, very recently.

She smacked the hood of my car in retaliation for me almost hitting her and continued on her way. Her smell was strong but I didn't want to lose it. Thankfully, the oak and honey smell diminished as she walked on. Quickly, I drove off to a side road and parked the car. I got back the main road where Regan's scent was still strong. She had already made it around the bend five blocks away. For a human she was a very fast walker.

The scent led me to a flower shop. I looked inside, through the window, and Regan was standing at the counter looking down at some papers. I sighed and I found myself smiling when I saw my own reflection. A low, barely audible growl erupted from my stomach and I scolded myself for smiling because of her.

Before she could glance up and see me through the window I pulled myself back so I was in line with the solid door and out of the line of her vision. I shook my head, angry with myself for trying to push Bella out of my life with this girl. She seemed sweet and innocent and I was sure this was unfair of me to be using her in such a manner. Then Esme's face popped into my head. Her caring eyes stared at my internal ones and then her face lit up with a smile, just like it had when I said I would visit Regan.

I hadn't put a smile on Esme's face like that since she found out about Bella. This situation was turning out to be hopeful for Esme and I couldn't disappoint her again.

I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was 5:15, which meant that this little shop was probably closed.

My mind tussled with itself with the idea of me going in or not. Finally, I shook my head and scolded myself then started back towards the car. Then I heard the tinkle of the bells of door and I winced. I had only taken a step away from the door so it wasn't like I could make it nonchalant. I sighed and made the decision to turn around.

"Oh, sorry man. I didn't even see you there." The smell hit my scents fast when I turned and realized it was the oak and honey fellow that had been soaked into Regan's clothes.

"It's quite alright." I said, trying not to sound like a complete arrogant idiot who was trying to see his girlfriend.

"Do you need to get flowers or something?" The man asked, motioning back through the door.

"Yes." The word flew out of my mouth, and I regretted it but I was willing to do anything to get away from his nauseating manly scent. I yearned for the smell of Bella's freesia or even Regan's Macintosh apple scent.

"Oh, well Regan is in there. It's a little after hours but I'm sure she'd be happy to stay and help you." The man was talking with a smile as he opened the door for me and I held it open with my arm.

"Thanks...man." I said, sounding like an idiot for saying 'man' to him.

Surprisingly the man's thoughts the entire time were almost as if he didn't even notice me. He was on his way to meet his father and wanted to push me off on Regan. Which I was happy for. More surprising to me was that he didn't think about Regan in the way I thought he would. Maybe they weren't actually together.

I stood outside for a second with my arm propping the door open. But I decided to step in and there was no going back after the bells rang through the store.

The store was clean and simple. Even with flowers around the room the scent wasn't too over-powering. It was a brick-walled building and the floors were wooden and beaten with age. It had a lot of character and seemed to have been around for a long time.

A shuffling sound from the back room pulled me out of my revere and I smiled when I heard Regan curse under her breath when a package fell. Then, with her hair in a jumbled mess and dirt on her forehead she came out to the counter to grab a towel and wipe her face off. She wouldn't have noticed me unless I cleared my throat.

"Hello," I said, softly so I wouldn't startle her as much.

Her eyes flew up to mine with a startled look then when she saw it was me her eyes became panicked and worried.

"Uhh, h-hello." Regan said, looking around at the counter, obvious about wanting to avoid eye contact with me. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

I almost blurted out that I wasn't even sure what I was doing here. All I knew at that moment my mindset shifted and I really wanted to be next to her. I shook my head violently and when I looked up from my thoughts Regan was staring at me with a very confused look.

"I wanted to buy some flowers." I explained. "A man just walked out and said that you could help me. I know it's after hours, so I can come back another day."

Regan looked puzzled for a moment then her face sort of cleared and she nodded once, "My brother Everett. Hold on for one second I have to go grab something." She turned and walked to the back room.

My heart had jumped when she said the man was her brother. Though it seemed obvious now that he didn't think of her in...other ways. Now that I remembered his face they even had similar features. The nose and their hair was the exact same. I shook my head and sighed at myself. This girl was making me miss obvious signs.

When she returned she was holding a thick binder that she sat on the counter in front of her. She came around to the other side and opened it. The binder was filled with different pockets sticking out of it with categories like: seasonal, wedding, party, and mood evoking. You could tell she liked to keep order.

"Now, what sort of flowers do you need?" She asked, looking up at me for the answer. "For your girlfriend?"

Her eyes caught me and I smiled down at her. They reminded me of honey and her dark hair brought it out more. She still wore her hair as she had at my house, down and around her shoulders. I smiled more when I realized that she had slyly just asked me if I was in a relationship. She was smart if she could trick a vampire or maybe it was just the power she had over me.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend." I answered and smiling at her again, "My brother sent me. He needs flowers for his fiancee."

Regan nodded, acting uninterested in the fact that I wasn't involved with anyone.

"Well what type do you need. Roses are usually popular." She instructed, flipping to them in the binder pocket that was dedicated to them.

"He didn't give me a specific type." I said, chuckling internally as I thought to myself: No, he didn't give me any instructions at all. "What's your favorite type?"

"Calla Lilies are my favorite." Regan said and I caught her smiling to herself and staring at the counter to avoid my eyes as she flipped through the book. She pointed down at the page and Calla Lilies littered it.

"Well I will take a dozen of them." I told her and she smiled up at me, almost with a shocked look. As if, I wasn't being serious about buying them.

Regan went to the back of the store after telling me to wait there for a moment. She returned to the front of the store with a dozen white Calla Lilies cradled in her arms.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, pulling my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans. Though I already knew they were sixty by glancing at the price of them - They were five dollars each.

Regan looked down at them thoughtfully and handed them over the counter.

"You can have them." She said, smiling at me with more joy then before. "Please, don't argue. I'm happy to do it."

I nodded and smiled at her. She smiled back with warmth and true feeling. And, for the first time in three years I felt my dead heart beat back to life with feelings.