I was never one to run away. I prided myself in my ability to be strong, but this– this whatever it was– it was a bit too overwhelming for my taste. Considering, of course, this wasn't exactly running away. Maybe for a human, a couple of miles might be running away. Me? It had only taken me about fifteen minutes to reach this place on foot, and I'm not even sure where it was. The point was, I was there, lost in my own thoughts. I tried– I needed to make sense of this. At home, with Edward butting into my thoughts, it was hard to sit and contemplate his monster child, or whatever it was, that was blowing up my best friend. Blowing up his wife.

And then Rosalie. I was glad she was so defensive for the thing– I'd never seen her so particularly drawn to something like that, and this was like it needed to be watched, by Rosalie. However, it just brought me back to the factor that this might be the life of my best friend. Our sister, Carlisle and Esme's daughter. Edward's wife. Rosalie was just… I don't really know what she was doing; all I knew was that I couldn't figure out if I felt happy or angry for her.

I closed my eyes, frustrated. I contemplated going and pushing a tree over, just to make me feel better. Well, what was I going to do with it? Build a treehouse and then set the tree back up? That's completely realistic, more over I would need a tree house for my little escapades throughout this exact forest, this exact place. I found myself snorting, and turned away from the tree that I hadn't even realized I'd been staring at.

Only then I noticed how utterly beautiful this place was, my mind detached from all that was at home. The early sunset setting casts of red glows across the water that was calmly laid out in front of me; an orange colour above anything. The pine trees the surrounded me looked too innocent to be knocked down in this light, I noted. My own shadow stretched out far over my head, creating some false idea that I'm actually tall. I smirked at the thought; me, tall. I don't think I would like that version of me.