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his paws。 His sandcolored fur was almost invisible against the dead needles； but I could see the bright snow
reflect off his open eyes。 He was staring at me with what I imagined was an accusation。
I knew Edward was following me as I stumbled toward the trees。 I couldn’t hear him； but the sun reflected
off his skin in glittering rainbows that danced ahead of me。 He didn’t reach out to stop me until I was several
paces into the forest shadows。
His hand caught my left wrist。 He ignored it when I tried to yank myself free。
“You can’t go after him。 Not today。 It’s almost time。 And getting yourself lost wouldn’t help anyone；
regardless。”
I twisted my wrist； pulling uselessly。
“I’m sorry； Bella；” he whispered。 “I’m sorry I did that。”
“You didn’t do anything。 It’s my fault。 I did this。 I did everything wrong。 I could have 。 。 。 When he 。 。 。 I
shouldn’t have 。 。 。 I 。 。 。 I 。 。 。” I was sobbing。
“Bella； Bella。”
His arms folded around me； and my tears soaked into his shirt。
“I should have — told him — I should — have said —” What？ What could have made this right？ “He
shouldn’t have — found out like this。”
“Do you want me to see if I can bring him back； so that you can talk to him？ There’s still a little time；”
Edward murmured； hushed agony in his voice。
I nodded into his chest； afraid to see his face。
“Stay by the tent。 I’ll be back soon。”
His arms disappeared。 He left so quickly that； in the second it took me to look up； he was already gone。 I
was alone。
A new sob broke from my chest。 I was hurting everyone today。 Was there anything I touched that didn’t
get spoiled？
I didn’t know why it was hitting me so hard now。 It wasn’t like I hadn’t known this was ing all along。
But Jacob had never reacted so strongly — lost his bold overconfidence and shown the intensity of his pain。
The sound of his agony still cut at me； somewhere deep in my chest。 Right beside it was the other pain。 Pain
for feeling pain over Jacob。 Pain for hurting Edward； too。 For not being able to watch Jacob go with
posure； knowing that it was the right thing； the only way。
I was selfish； I was hurtful。 I tortured the ones I loved。
I was like Cathy； like Wuthering Heights； only my options were so much better than hers； neither one
evil； neither one weak。 And here I sat； crying about it； not doing anything productive to make it right。 Just like
Cathy。
I couldn’t allow what hurt me to influence my decisions anymore。 It was too little； much too late； but I had
to do what was right now。 Maybe it was already done for me。 Maybe Edward would not be able to bring him
back。 And then I would accept that and get on with my life。 Edward would never see me shed another tear for
Jacob Black。 There would be no more tears。 I wiped the last of them away with cold fingers now。
But if Edward did return with Jacob； that was it。 I had to tell him to go away and never e back。
Why was that so hard？ So very much more difficult than saying goodbye to my other friends； to Angela； to
Mike？ Why did that hurt？ It wasn’t right。 That shouldn’t be able to hurt me。 I had what I wanted。 I couldn’t
have them both； because Jacob could not be just my friend。 It was time to give up wishing for that。 How
ridiculously greedy could any one person be？
I had to get over this irrational feeling that Jacob belonged in my life。 He couldn’t belong with me； could
not be my Jacob； when I belonged to someone else。
I walked slowly back to the little clearing； my feet dragging。 When I broke into the open space； blinking
against the sharp light； I threw one quick glance toward Seth — he hadn’t moved from his bed of pine needles
— and then looked away； avoiding his eyes。
I could feel that my hair was wild； twisted into clumps like Medusa’s snakes。 I yanked through it with my
fingers； and then gave up quickly。 Who cared what I looked like； anyway？
I grabbed the canteen hanging beside the tent door and shook it。 It sloshed wetly； so I unscrewed the lid
and took a swig to rinse my mouth with the ice water。 There was food somewhere nearby； but I didn’t feel
hungry enough to look for it。 I started pacing across the bright little space； feeling Seth’s eyes on me the whole
time。 Because I wouldn’t look at him； in my head he became the boy again； rather than the gigantic wolf。 So
much like a younger Jacob。
I wanted to ask Seth to bark or give some other sign if Jacob was ing back； but I stopped myself。 It
didn’t matter if Jacob came back。 It might be easier if he didn’t。 I wished I had some way to call Edward。
Seth whined at that moment； and got to his feet。
“What is it？” I asked him stupidly。
He ignored me； trotting to the edge of the trees； and pointing his nose toward the west。 He began
whimpering。
“Is it the others； Seth？” I demanded。 “In the clearing？”
He looked at me and yelped softly once； and then turned his nose alertly back to the west。 His ears laid
back and he whined again。
Why was I such a fool？ What was I thinking； sending Edward away？ How was I supposed to know what
was going on？ I didn’t speak wolf。
A cold trickle of fear began to ooze down my spine。 What if the time had run out？ What if Jacob and
Edward got too close？ What if Edward decided to join in the fight？
The icy fear pooled inmy stomach。 What if Seth’s distress had nothing to do with the clearing； and his
yelp had been a denial？ What if Jacob and Edward were fighting with each other； far away somewhere in the
forest？ They wouldn’t do that； would they？
With sudden； chilling certainty I realized that they would — if the wrong words were said。 I thought of the
tense standoff in the tent this morning； and I wondered if I’d underestimated how close it had e to a fight。
It would be no more than I deserved if I somehow lost them both。
The ice locked around my heart。
Before I could collapse with fear； Seth grumbled slightly； deep in his chest； and then turned away from his
watch and sauntered back toward his resting place。 It calmed me； but irritated me。 Couldn’t he scratch a
message in the dirt or something？
The pacing was