The breeze was whipping through the window as we drove north towards Forks. The moon shone brightly in the sky, like a huge spot light lighting the sandy abyss. The warm air was refreshing after several days in the dreadful hospital. Needles, I shuddered.

“Are you cold?” Edward’s look of worry only made me smile.

It was only a matter of time before my good luck ran out and Edward would bore of his fascination with me, the human.

“No. It’s very warm outside.”

He squeezed my hand, which was securely fastened with his. He smiled my favorite crooked smile before looking back at the road.

If it wasn’t for Phil, Renée would probably be driving me back to Forks herself. But she missed him and it was only too easy to persuade her to let Doctor Cullen drive me home. Of course, Carlisle let us drive by ourselves while the rest of them flew back.

Because of Edward’s speed my hair was lashing around so I rolled my window up. Edward turned to stare at me with is penetrating eyes. He threw me another smile before turning back to the road. I continued to look out the window, me and the statue of a god sitting in silence. As we journeyed north, the landscape began to change until it morphed into the spiny green vegetation I had now grown accustomed too.

At first, I was greatly saddened when I exiled myself to this place, but now, my hand resolutely in Edwards, I was grateful for my previous self-sacrificing. He promised to stay with me, and that was enough…for now. We may have argued over the finer points, like about him keeping me human, but he was still here. I thought about how he encouraged me to move to Florida while he planned to stay in Forks. I frowned.

“Bella, what’s wrong? Will you please tell me what you are thinking,” he pleaded.

I shrugged. The car slowed slightly as he continued to stare at me.

“It’s so frustrating,” he sighed, “not knowing what you are thinking.”

I decided that another argument was not what I needed. So I changed the subject without him ever noticing.

“Charlie…” I whispered.

“Oh.”

“I don’t know what to say to him. The things I said that night. What if I had died?” Edward flinched at my words. “He would forever think I hated him, that I didn’t want to live with him.” I didn’t notice the tear that had escaped my eye until Edward caught it with his finger.