I sunk deeper into my bath, the water colder than ice against my flesh. I stared through the water, up at my ceiling, holding my breath. I stayed under the water until I couldn't stand it anymore, until it felt like my lungs would burst, until the thoughts of Carlisle had almost dissipated for half a second. So close, yet so far. My head broke the water, my hair sleeked back against my skull as I gasped for air, my face and limbs numb. Too bad my heart wasn't numb. I blinked a few times, staring at the window where sunlight was filtering in, almost lost. Had it merely been hours ago when Edward had been on my couch, in my apartment? Had I told him my story, had I avoided my and Carlisle's short story, the story that had affected my life drastically, that had changed me? I rested my neck on the cool porcelain, shutting my eyes. My head was pounding as my mind raced, stuck on Carlisle. It hadn't been like this since; I couldn't even remember that far back, that's how long ago it was. A simple thing like this had triggered something inside me, and I hadn't found the switch to turn it off yet. I'd shut off my cell phone, unplugged my phone line, shoved my laptop under my bed and I was barricaded in the bathroom, alone in my bathtub. I sighed slowly, my eyes still shut as I held my mind on thoughts on something other than Carlisle, something I was racking my mind to think about. I sighed, standing from the tub, grabbing my towel. I stepped out of the tub, the hard wood of the floor cold beneath my feet as I walked toward my bedroom. I dropped my towel on my vanity, pulling on a t-shirt and panties before tugging a brush through my hair. I collapsed in the middle of my bed, rolling onto my stomach and closing my eyes. I lay there for awhile, praying to just fall asleep, and I did just that. I slept for 12 hours, my body shutting down, willing for me to sleep. When I woke, it was dark, and I was hungry. I got up, and ate, deciding to forget and get over the effect Carlisle still had on my life. That time was over; he was nothing but a mere memory of the part, however nice the memory was, that's all it was. It was time to move on, and finally get over it.