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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