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My room hadn't really changed all that much in the seventeen years since my
mother had been here。 The
walls were still light blue; the same yellowed lace curtains hung in front of
the window。 There was a bed;
rather than a crib; but she would recognize the quilt draped untidily over the
top—it had been a gift ROM
Gran。
Regardless; I snapped a picture of my room。 There wasn't much else I could do
tonight—it was too dark
outside—and the feeling was growing stronger; it was almost a pulsion now。
I would record
everything about Forks before I had to leave it。
Change was ing。 I could feel it。 It wasn't a pleasant prospect; not when
life was perfect the way it
was。
I took my time ing back down the stairs; camera in hand; trying to ignore
the butterflies in my
stomach as I thought of the strange distance I didn't want to see in Edward's
eyes。 He would get over
this。 Probably he was worried that I would be upset when he asked me to leave。
I would let him work
through it without meddling。 And I would be prepared when he asked。
I had the camera ready as I leaned around the corner; being sneaky。 I was sure
there was no chance that
I had caught Edward by surprise; but he didn't look up。 I felt a brief shiver
as something icy twisted in my
stomach; I ignored that and took the picture。
They both looked at me then。 Charlie frowned。 Edward's face was empty;
expressionless。
〃What are you doing; Bella?〃 Charlie plained。
〃Oh; e on。〃 I pretended to smile as I went to sit on the floor in front of
the sofa where Charlie
lounged。 〃You know Mom will be calling so