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I looked around my small bedroom and smiled. The faded blue walls that previously housed photos were now bare; the decrepit, oak wardrobe stood at the back now empty, its contents packed into a lone suitcase. I walked the length of the room to the desk where the final object to be packed rested. I picked it up and smiled at the distinct memory. It was a photo of me, my mom and my grandpa. It was taken five years ago on my fourth birthday. Of course, then I looked ten-years-old. My mom, Bella, had packed us an exquisite picnic made up of our favourite human foods. There was too much there considering it was only Charlie and I who ate it, but that was her way. Looking at the photo now, all our heads close in proximity, I tried to imagine Bella with the same deep chocolate eyes that she once shared with Charlie and I, instead of the luminous honey that now graced her beautiful face.

Our family time was special because we had to keep our unit a secret from the town. Although Charlie never acknowledged what we were, he knew we were different - he loved us regardless. A man who had a strong presence in our town, he had no trouble fielding questions about his daughter's whereabouts to protect our secret. My existence remained a mystery. No resident of Forks knew that we were here. Charlie had told the town that Bella had decided to move to Florida for college so she could be closer to Renee, and when the time came, he claimed that Bella preferred Jacksonville to Forks and opted to stay permanently. He joked about us being his personal, invincible house guards. He was the strongest man I knew. I think that's where my mom gets it from.

As I grew older, my accelerated ageing began to slow. It was three years ago when my mom said it was acceptable for me to attend a real high school. By that time, I'd already learned more than the average human, but I'd not actually experienced life in a human environment - Charlie being the extent of my knowledge - and I'd wanted to experience it. We'd attended a school in Port Angeles as Bella would be too easily recognised in Forks. As soon as we had graduated, I knew that I wanted to experience college too, so, after extensive persuasion, Bella had finally agreed to let me go to The University of Washington in Seattle - the nearest college to Forks. It also had an extensive science programme which was what I wanted to study (this time round anyway). I liked all aspects of science but biology was my favourite because I liked observing human and animal behaviour. It helped me understand them better – understand myself better. The only thing that bugged me about the laws of science was 'everything has an explanation' because I, for certain, could not be explained.

So, here I was packing the final photo into a box, ready to face the next four years of college, living in different surroundings with different people.

"Ness?" Someone called from the doorway. It startled me as I hadn't heard anyone approaching and I was so used to Charlie sounding like an elephant. I immediately realised that it was Bella calling my name.

I turned and saw her expression. She didn't appear sad but the emotion lay dormant beneath her cool facade. Looking closely I could see the smidgen of irritation in the hard set of her jaw and I knew why: although she'd grown used to it, she really didn't like the nickname I'd been given by Jacob. Unfortunately for her, the name caught on and to most people I was Nessie. In order to have some element of control, or because she was stubborn, 'Ness' was the closest she'd ever come to succumbing to the masses. I wasn't precious about what people called me.

"Yeah?" I replied as I secured the box shut.

The room looked sparse now I'd packed because I didn't have much to begin with. Because we had to blend in, I shared a laptop with Bella along with most of the books and DVD's we owned. I didn't have all the latest gadgets because I didn't want them; the only gadget I possessed was a smartphone. So, my room stored my small personal items: clothes, CD's, sketch books, music books and finally, my piano. It wasn't a grand piano, it was a small rectangular structured one made from red oak that sat nicely in the far corner of my room. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring it with me, but Bella had asked the university if their music facilities could be used by students that aren't majoring in that subject. They'd assured me that I could use all their facilities; however, I would need to find out the time the rooms weren't in use as students of the subject had priority.

Bella was the reason I taught myself to play. She had a CD of composed pianist music she told me was created by my father. I'd listen to the collection of delicate notes at night to help me fall asleep and I'd fallen in love with it. I could easily recognise my favourites but not by name and Bella didn't know them either. The only tune she'd identified - which happened to be my favourite - was her lullaby; named that because she'd been told that she'd influenced the music. I'd asked her if she had the sheet music to accompany the melody but she didn't and that's when I began to teach myself the songs. I love playing, and aside from sketching, it was my favourite hobby.

Art was my life. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but it took up a large portion of my down time. I drew everything I could. I had filled four sketch books in total and I was halfway through my fifth. This was why I'd elected to take an art class as an additional module – I wanted to improve and to grasp the ability of drawing every single detail. I guess my superior eyesight and patience contributed to my talent. Aside from empty sketchbooks, I was taken the first book I'd ever completed because it held the most sentiment for me. It had drawings of my family including Jake's wolf form, sketches of the house, the forest, La Push, the sea, the pack... everything that reminded me of home was in this book and I wanted that comfort. Just in case.

Bella gave in to her sadness. "You almost ready?" She asked, leaning against the door frame.

I turned to survey my empty room before turning back and answering, "I'm ready."

Uncertainty clouded my voice as I looked at my mom. She immediately closed the space and enveloped me in a tight hug. To me it felt tight, but with her strength it wouldn't be. She breathed in deeply – her way of making sure she remembered my scent. Her control, I'd heard, was impeccable for the average vampire. Human blood didn't bother her - the smell was too similar to my own and the thought of killing a human made her think of Charlie, Jake and all our friends.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was going to miss her so much. Not only was she my mom, but she was my best friend. No one could replace her in my life. We looked the same age but she was a lot more mature than me, having adopted her motherly instincts. She was everything I could ask for in a mother.

Jake was also like my best friend, but the love I had for him I knew would evolve, it was inevitable. His imprinting on me made our hearts beat for each other. Bella had once given me the explanation he had given her: 'When you see her, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her... you become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.' And it was true. Jake had been my protector since the day I was born, he was a friend now too, and sooner or later he'd be my lover. In my mind, I'd contemplated a relationship after college. Embarrassingly enough, a bashful Bella had already had the talk with me and asked me to be a responsible person. I never realised how bad my blush could get.

Bella pulled away from our hug but her palms stayed grasping my shoulders. She stared straight into my eyes, which were now blurred due to my tears; a bearable stinging sensation pulsed at my water line. The white surrounding her golden irises was tinged a barely noticeable pink as the venom automatically ran to the small veins of her eyes – a vampire's alternative response to producing tears. So much loved filled her eyes and I couldn't help responding. She was the one person I cared about most, especially after what she'd been through. Bella didn't know the extent of my knowledge; I'd found out from Jake. Even then, out of respect for her, Jake hadn't shared enough to completely satisfy my curiosity but enough for me to resent the man who fathered me.

Her hand reached up and lightly grazed my cheek, catching a falling tear. She sighed sharply and composed herself before speaking. "Right, let's get these boxes downstairs and get you on your way."

Her voice was thick with emotion and I knew that she didn't want me to go, but it was a learning curve for me and I knew I had to do it.

She picked up the box and my suitcase whilst I carried my rucksack out of the room. I turned to admire the empty space. The bed, wardrobe and desk still occupied their usual spots, but without my personal items adorning there surfaces, they looked bare and hollow. I knew I'd be back to this same place very soon but it still felt like it was a permanent goodbye. Silly, I know, because it's just a room, but it'd been my room growing up, made especially for me after I was brought home as a baby. I closed the door and stared at the carving spread across the middle of the wooden door, 'Renesmee' decorated with ribbons of daisies and vines. I ran my fingers lightly in the indentation and smiled before I headed for the stairs.

As I reached the bottom, a blinding flash (to human eyes anyway) struck my face accompanied by a small click. It had not been something I was anticipating. I looked to see the cause of the light and saw Charlie stood by the door holding a small camera, eyes bleary, his moustache wet and the sound of small sniffles escaping every other second.

"It's your first photo as a college student," he explained, the dismay enveloping his sullen voice.

I dropped my bag and ran into his embrace. It was strange how the ice cold of Bella, the lukewarm softness of Charlie, and the burning body of Jacob were equally as comforting to me as each other. I felt the vibrations of his chest as he tried to contain his crying.

"It doesn't seem like you can be old enough for college," he muttered as he hugged me.

I giggled. "Technically, I'm not old enough for high school, let alone college." I pulled back and smiled encouragingly at him. "You'll see me very soon, Grandpa; it's not that far away. I'll be visiting every other Sunday... as soon as I get a car anyway."

"Yeah I know," he replied before wiping his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Bella re-entered the house after taking my belongings to Jake's car.

"It's time to go," she declared. Enthusiasm was lacking.

I looked back at Charlie mournfully, tears welling up in my eyes again. He nodded slightly then stepped aside as a gesture that he'd let me leave his house. I walked and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, Grandpa," I said quietly.

"Yeah, you too."

I know that he meant it even if he hadn't actually said 'I love you too'. Charlie wasn't one to express his emotions as clearly as others.

He followed us out the door and stood under the porch, watching us as we made our way to Jake's car. Jake greeted me with a grin as I climbed into the back seat. Bella and Jake took their seats in the front and the engine roared to life. As the car crawled out of the driveway, I gave a timid wave to Charlie as the house became smaller in my sight. I could see him waving back, and because of my enhanced vision, I could still see his chest wobbling uncontrollably. I rested my head against the window and watched as my last view of the house I loved disappeared behind the jade green trees of the forest next door.

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