Life in Forks.

"Because." he said. "I wanted to be with you."

 

She shook her head.
"It's too dangerous...For either of our safety..." she said.

 

He looked at her. "I know it's dangerous for you, but why is it dangerous for me?" he asked.

 

She shook her head.
"It's nothing..." she said her voice breaking slightly. She bumped into another tree, seeing it was now pitch dark. She sighed.

 

"Please tell me." he said. "I have a right to know why I can't be with you."

 

"I have a right to keep my past to myself," she said. She tripped over the root of a tree sticking out of the ground and hit another tree.

 

He took her hand in his to prevent her from hitting anymore trees. "Why can't you tell me?" he asked.

 

She felt his hand over hers and looked down.
"I just.... can't," she said looking away.

 

"Fine." he said. "Can you at least tell me how you feel about me? And don't just say I'm interesting."

 

She shook her head.
"I think...you're really nice and i can count on you," she said.

 

"But you don't think of me as anything but a friend, right?" he asked, a little upset.

 

She nodded slightly.
"I can't think of anyone else more than a friend," she said saddened.

 

"I see." he said, looking down. "I think it's time we brought you back home."

 

"Why?" she asked.

 

"It's dark out, and you need your sleep." he said.

 

She chuckled.
"I'm not sleepy," she said.

 

"It's still dark out, you can't see a thing, can you?" he asked.

 

"I don't care if I can't see... I was hoping to just take a nice walk," she said.

 

"Let's just get you home, I need some time alone." he said, leading her back to her house.

 

She frowned.
"Okay," she said looking down.