It was almost as if were dreaming, but yet I could feel every sensation around me, the aroma of life was real in this place.
I could detect the smells of salts from the spiaggia and the moist wood from the surrounding forest.
Seeking for the skies I was saw a clouded heaven, pregnant with rain and misery, water in the air.
It was the final breathe of the world.
It was La Push.

"No, Samuel! That's not fair ',I got you!" I heard a little girl sequel from my left side. Despite her volume, her voice was still dearly soft and innocent as if nothing had ever corrupted her immaculate fantasy.
I turned to face her, and at my first glance I was furthermore astonished.
She was no più than 4, she had glowing rosette skin that shimmed in the sunlight, and long Cioccolato hair, flapping in the chilled sea breeze.
She was beautiful with all known grace and tranquillity. I followed her around the yard, watching her chasing another child. Of what might appear of her elder brother.
I studied them with envious eyes, wondering how one could have produced such precious children. They were simply darling.

In their freedom of youth and innocent I shed a few laughs and overwhelming sensations, but yet I remained unnoticed, as if were invisible to them. Perhaps I were a dreaming.

The moment ended with a ring of a campana, bell from within a red house to the right. The voice that scurried the toddlers for cena was familiar and rough, but nurturing them, I recognised the voice from the depth of my heart.

The air slowing fogged, smudging the trees and the clouds, warping me into a completely different scenario.
I spun to my knee crashed to the earth, confused on what was honestly happening. There was no way I was not dreaming this. Awfully like the Wizard of Oz.
Catching my bearings, I rose to my feet, gathering my breath , absorbing my fresh and unknown surroundings.
I in the middle of a drive away, peaking into a misted winter window of the same red cottage as the precedente dream.
I saw a teenage girl arguing strongly, her figure fully developed. She has the same dark skin as the tiny toddler. In exempt she gave up she stormed of the tarnished front door, storming straight towards me, completely delirious to my existence.

"Sarah! Come back in here now!" A furious voice yelled from within the shack.
The teenager was not affected from the threatening words, and simply replied with a emotionless tone; “Sure Sure."
I remained focused on her, she reminded me strongly of a person I knew, but I couldn't pin point it.
She looked up and smiled from her heart. I believed for a secondo that perhaps she could see me, but a gravel shaking footstep rumbled behind me.
Twisting, I saw a strong man waiting for her, sharing the same smile. He was smitten from head to toe.
With only cut-off jeans and water droplets in his hair he reached for her, aching for her embrace.
I could tell instantly that we very much older than her, presumably 5 years.

Soon enough I noticed the pattern on his forearm. This symbol I knew right away. It was the mark of the wolf.
The Quiltte werewolf tattoo, just like Jacob's.

"Sarah" He moaned.
"Damon" She complied.

"Uley!" The same yell called from the house, più worried than furious.

"Come on, let's go" He whispered in her ear.

There Amore reminded me of my sincere Amore for Edward Cullen. That Amore that overruled what others said, did and though, it was just there and the only thing te could do was Amore them back and pray for them to hold te for forever.

Teenage love.


The night began shaking once more, and the stars as well of the red cottage blurred from the my sights, spinning me and teleporting me.

As the ground settled, I looked up for what I hoped was the last time.
I noticed again that I stood ajacent the faded red cottage again. Yet this time, the cottage was starting to fully mostra its age, with the window a light brown colour, the red paint pale from the blazing sun and the tin sheets as the roof was infected with a serious case of rust. However the cottage reflected a Amore story, a life , a story.

On the back portch were two figures, placed sitting in rocking chairs with a pot of tè between them. With a blankets warming their knees. They were a elderly couple, smiling at each other in their trimph, as if, all in their life each other was the only treasure.

The man caressed her rosie check, her Cioccolato eyes glamouring his face finding all her faith da plainly looking at him.

I yet again weeped, wishing that I had a small sum of what they had. Unlimited happiness and virtue. They owned the world and nothing could rock them.
I wanted to feel the same way. I want to be as happy as they are.

I finished with a smile as I felt the world begin closing with a large white raggio, ray of white.

"Bella,Bella are te okay?" A echoeing noice bellowed down into my dream.

Then I woke up with a click. I understood

Bouncing out of bed, ignoring Edward lying on my covers. With no time to spare I grapped my keys and sprinted to my truck.

Edward beat me to it, as freaking usual.

"What's up Bella? What is wrong? Where are te going?"He pressed, and a frown forming in his perfect forehead.

The ringtone of his cell distracted his confrontations. Sighing in defeat he reached fro his pocket, obviously to answer.

Already knowing who were ringing I ran to my truck, afraid that I may loose myself to short. It was only a matter of secondi before Alice tells him that my future gone and Edward stops me.

But Luck was in my hand Roving down the strada, via before he even had the chance to hang up, I heard him yell for me.


I dared not look back at the lover I shall leave behind.

I knew where I was heading, and I promised this time I shall stayed.

I made my choice.I choose life. I chose Jacob.

In that short time, I saw our life together, and I am Happy and I Amore him.