Life in Forks.

"What are they going to do when you tell them she's dead?"

 

"More than likely, they'll blame themselves and want me to come home..." she said. She shook her head though.
"I've already took a likeing to Forks, I'm not going back," she said.

 

"Why do you like it here?" he asked.

 

"The Rain, the Nature...It's beautiful," she said.

 

"Is that the only reason?" he asked.

 

"So far yes," she said.

 

"I see." he said. "You look just like her, you know."

 

She felt tears coming into her eyes.
"Everyone used to say that before we grew apart," she said.

 

"You smell just as good as she did too." he whipered.

 

She gave a curious look.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

 

"Nothng." he said. "There's one differance between the two of you that I can see." he said. "You're much prettier than she was." He felt a little bad about saying it, but also felt a little releaved.

 

She frowned and stood up.
"Would you be able to say that in front of her?" she asked, a little upset.

 

"I don't think I could." he said. "Are you mad at me?"

 

"I'm quite upset about it," she said.

 

"I'm sorry." he said, looking down.

 

She ran far away until Natalie lost her scent.

 

Natalie roared and set down, taking a rest for a while. She breathed slowly, starting to feel the bullest take affect.

"It's fine," she said, wiping her eyes.

 

"Are you sure?" he asked.

 

"Yeah," she said.

 

He looked up at her. "Mind helping me out?" he asked.