rom　Charlie　and　Renee　were　where　I

had　left　them；　the　camera

I　hadn't　had　the　chance　to　use　at　the　Cullens'　sitting　beside　the　album。　I

touched　the　pretty　cover　of　the

scrapbook　my　mother　had　given　me；　and　sighed；　thinking　of　Renee。　Somehow；

living　without　her　for　as

long　as　I　had　did　not　make　the　idea　of　a　more　permanent　separation　easier。　And

Charlie　would　be　left　all

alone　here；　abandoned。　They　would　both　be　so　hurt

But　we'd　e　back；　right？　We'd　visit；　of　course；　wouldn't　we？

I　couldn't　be　certain　about　the　answer　to　that。

I　leaned　my　cheek　against　my　knee；　staring　at　the　physical　tokens　of　my

parents'　love。　I'd　known　this　path

I'd　chosen　was　going　to　be　hard。　And；　after　all；　I　was　thinking　about　the

worst…case　scenario—the　very

worst　I　could　live　through。

I　touched　the　scrapbook　again；　flipping　the　front　cover　over。　Little　metal

corners　were　already　in　place　to

hold　the　first　picture。　It　wasn't　a　half…bad　idea；　to　make　some　record　of　my

life　here。　I　felt　a　strange　urge

to　get　started。　Maybe　I　didn't　have　that　long　left　in　Forks。

I　toyed　with　the　wrist　strap　on　the　camera；　wondering　about　the　first　picture

on　the　roll。　Could　it　possibly

turn　out　anything　close　to　the　original？　I　doubted　it。　But　he　didn't　seem

worried　that　it　would　be　blank。　I

chuckled　to　myself；　thinking　of　his　carefree　laughter　last　night。　The　chuckle

died　away。　So　much　had

changed；　and　so　abruptly。　It　made　me　feel　a　little　bit　dizzy；　like　I　was

standing　on　an　edge；　a　precipice

somewhere　much　too　high。

I　didn't　want　to　think　about　that　anymore。　I　grabbed　the　camera　and　headed　up

the　stai