“But it’s what you meant. That’s what you’ve always wanted isn’t it? For me to have the life you never got to have. Well, what if I don’t want that life? What if I want to be a vampire?” I asked angrily.

“Then that’s what you should do. But there’s nothing wrong with thinking about choosing a different path.”

“I'm not thinking about choosing a different path. I just want to find my friend and bring him home.”

I turned my head to look out the window. That was all I wanted…wasn’t it? I just wanted him to come home. But not for me. For Billy and Embry and Quill. Not to mention Sam and the others. Not for me. Definitely not for me. And if she was going to spend the whole time accusing me of having other intentions then why the hell had she even agreed to come with me?

“You asked me to come,” she said as if she reading my mind.

“I never would have if I’d have known you’d spend the whole time trying to talk me out of marrying Edward.”

“That’s not what I'm trying to do. I just don’t want you to let your feelings for him cloud your decision making. Bella, you have to understand something. When you become a vampire there is no guarantee that you will still be you. And I'm not saying you won’t still love him after you’re dead, but there is a chance.”

She seemed really serious now and it made me wonder. We had never really talked about the fact that there could be a chance that my feelings for Edward would change; most of it due to the fact that I was pretty sure that they wouldn’t. I couldn’t imagine never feeling this way towards him. It was impossible. So Rosalie was wrong, and I knew I was doing the right thing. And I would prove it to her.

“I know the consequences and I'm willing to take a chance,” I told her. “I love him more than anything and I know that won’t change.”

She shrugged as if my words meant little to her. “Okay.”

It was all she said, and even though it sounded like she was giving in, like she believed me, there was still a part of me that wasn’t sure she really did. Could it be the fact that my voice seemed to falter a bit when I said those words? Or could it be the fact that even as I said them a part of me doubted their truth?