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infuriated　disapproval　rolling　off　of　him；　and　I　could　think　of　nothing　
to　say。　

And　then　the　road　ended；　constricting　to　a　thin　foot　trail　with　a　small　
wooden　marker。　I　parked　on　the　narrow　shoulder　and　stepped　out；　afraid　
because　he　was　angry　with　me　and　I　didn't　have　driving　as　an　excuse　not　
to　look　at　him。　It　was　warm　now；　warmer　than　it　had　been　in　Forks　since　
the　day　I'd　arrived；　almost　muggy　under　the　clouds。　I　pulled　off　my　
sweater　and　knotted　it　around　my　waist；　glad　that　I'd　worn　the　light；　
sleeveless　shirt　—　especially　if　I　had　five　miles　of　hiking　ahead　of　me。　

I　heard　his　door　slam；　and　looked　over　to　see　that　he'd　removed　his　
sweater；　too。　He　was　facing　away　from　me；　into　the　unbroken　forest　beside　
my　truck。　

〃This　way；〃　he　said；　glancing　over　his　shoulder　at　me；　eyes　still　
annoyed。　He　started　into　the　dark　forest。　

〃The　trail？〃　Panic　was　clear　in　my　voice　as　I　hurried　around　the　truck　to　

catch　up　to　him。　

〃I　said　there　was　a　trail　at　the　end　of　the　road；　not　that　we　were　taking　
it。〃　

〃No　trail？〃　I　asked　desperately。　

〃I　won't　let　you　get　lost。〃　He　turned　then；　with　a　mocking　smile；　and　I　
stifled　a　gasp。　His　white　shirt　was　sleeveless；　and　he　wore　it　
unbuttoned；　so　that　the　smooth　white　skin　of　his　throat　flowed　
uninterrupted　over　the　marble　contours　of　his　chest；　his　perfect　
musculature　no　longer　merely　hinted　at　behind　concealing　clothes。　He　was　
too　perfect；　I　realized　with　a　piercing　stab　of　despair。　There　was　no　way　
this　godlike　creature　could　be　meant　for　me。　

He　stared　at　me；　bewildered　by　my　tortured　expression。　

〃Do　you　want　to　go　home？〃　he　said　quietly；　a　different　pain　than　mine　
saturating　his　voice。　

〃No。〃　I　walked　forward　till　I　was　close　beside　him；　anxious　not　to　waste　
one　second　of　whatever　time　I　might　have　with　him。　

〃What's　wrong？〃　he　asked；　his　voice　gentle。　

〃I'm　not　a　good　hiker；〃　I　answered　dully。　〃You'll　have　to　be　very　
patient。〃　

〃I　can　be　patient　—　if　I　make　a　great　effort。〃　He　smiled；　holding　my　
glance；　trying　to　lift　me　out　of　my　sudden；　unexplained　dejection。　

I　tried　to　smile　back；　but　the　smile　was　unconvincing。　He　scrutinized　my　
face。　

〃I'll　take　you　home；〃　he　promised。　I　couldn't　tell　if　the　promise　was　
unconditional；　or　restricted　to　an　immediate　departure。　I　knew　he　thought　
it　was　fear　that　upset　me；　and　I　was　grateful　again　that　I　was　the　one　
person　whose　mind　he　couldn't　hear。　

〃If　you　want　me　to　hack　five　miles　through　the　jungle　before　sundown；　
you'd　better　start　leading　the　way；〃　I　said　acidly。　He　frowned　at　me；　
struggling　to　understand　my　tone　and　expression。　

He　gave　up　after　a　moment　and　led　the　way　into　the　forest。　

It　wasn't　as　hard　as　I　had　feared。　The　way　was　mostly　flat；　and　he　held　
the　damp　ferns　and　webs　of　moss　aside　for　me。　When　his　straight　path　took　
us　over　fallen　trees　or　boulders；　he　would　help　me；　lifting　me　by　the　
elbow；　and　then　releasing　me　instantly　when　I　was　clear。　His　cold　touch　
on　my　skin　never　failed　to　make　my　heart　thud　erratically。　Twice；　when　
that　happened；　I　caught　a　look　on　his　face　that　made　me　sure　he　could　
somehow　hear　it。　

I　tried　to　keep　my　eyes　away　from　his　perfection　as　much　as　possible；　but　
I　slipped　often。　Each　time；　his　beauty　pierced　me　through　with　sadness。　

For　the　most　part；　we　walked　in　silence。　Occasionally　he　would　ask　a　
random　question　that　he　hadn't　gotten　to　in　the　past　two　days　of　
interrogation。　He　asked　about　my　birthdays；　my　grade　school　teachers；　my　
childhood　pets　—　and　I　had　to　admit　that　after　killing　three　fish　in　a　
row；　I'd　given　up　on　the　whole　institution。　He　laughed　at　that；　louder　
than　I　was　used　to　—　belllike　echoes　bouncing　back　to　us　from　the　empty　
woods。　

The　hike　took　me　most　of　the　morning；　but　he　never　showed　any　sign　of　
impatience。　The　forest　spread　out　around　us　in　a　boundless　labyrinth　of　
ancient　trees；　and　I　began　to　be　nervous　that　we　would　never　find　our　way　
out　again。　He　was　perfectly　at　ease；　fortable　in　the　green　maze；　never　
seeming　to　feel　any　doubt　about　our　direction。　

After　several　hours；　the　light　that　filtered　through　the　canopy　
transformed；　the　murky　olive　tone　shifting　to　a　brighter　jade。　The　day　

had　turned　sunny；　just　as　he'd　foretold。　For　the　first　time　since　we'd　
entered　the　woods；　I　felt　a　thrill　of　excitement　—　which　quickly　turned　
to　impatience。　

〃Are　we　there　yet？〃　I　teased；　pretending　to　scowl。　

〃Nearly。〃　He　smiled　at　the　change　in　my　mood。　〃Do　you　see　the　brightness　
ahead？〃　

I　peered　into　the　thick　forest。　〃Um；　should　I？〃　

He　smirked。　〃Maybe　it's　a　bit　soon　for　your　eyes。〃　

〃Time　to　visit　the　optometrist；〃　I　muttered。　His　smirk　grew　more　
pronounced。　

But　then；　after　another　hundred　yards；　I　could　definitely　see　a　
lightening　in　the　trees　ahead；　a　glow　that　was　yellow　instead　of　green。　I　
picked　up　the　pace；　my　eagerness　growing　with　every　step。　He　let　me　lead　
now；　following　noiselessly。　

I　reached　the　edge　of　the　pool　of　light　and　stepped　through　the　last　
fringe　of　ferns　into　the　loveliest　place　I　had　ever　seen。　The　meadow　was　
small；　perfectly　round；　and　filled　with　wildflowers　—　violet；　yellow；　and　
soft　white。　Somewhere　nearby；　I　could　hear　the　bubbling　music　of　a　
stream。　The　sun　was　directly　overhead；　filling　the　circle　with　a　haze　of　
buttery　sunshine。　I　walked　slowly；　awestruck；　through　the　soft　grass；　
swaying　flowers；　and　warm；　gilded　air。　I　halfway　turned；　wanting　to　share　
this　with　him；　but　he　wasn't　behind　me　where　I　thought　he'd　be。　I　spun　
around；　searching　for　him　with　sudden　alarm。　Finally　I　spotted　him；　still　
under　the　dense　shade　of　the　canopy　at　the　edge　of　the　hollow；　watching　
me　with　cautious　eyes。　Only　then　did　I　remember　what　the　beauty　of　the　
meadow　had　driven　from　my　mind　—　the　enigma　of　Edward　and　the　sun；　which　
he'd　promised　to　illustrate　for　me　today。　

I　took　a　step　back　toward　him；　my　eyes　alight　with　curiosity。　His　eyes　
were　wary；　reluctant。　I　smiled　encouragingly　and　beckoned　to　him　with　my　
hand；　taking　another　step　back　to　him。　He　held　up　a　hand　in　warning；　and　
I　hesitated；　rocking　back　onto　my　heels。　

Edward　seemed　to　take　a　deep　breath；　and　then　he　stepped　out　into　the　
bright　glow　of　the　midday　sun。　

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13。　CONFESSIONS　




Edward　in　the　sunlight　was　shocking。　I　couldn't　get　used　to　it；　though　
I'd　been　staring　at　him　all　afternoon。　His　skin；　white　despite　the　faint　
flush　from　yesterday's　hunting　trip；　literally　sparkled；　like　thousands　
of　tiny　diamonds　were　embedded　in　the　surface。　He　lay　perfectly　still　in　
the　grass；　his　shirt　open　over　his　sculpted；　incandescent　chest；　his　
scintillating　arms　bare。　His　glistening；　pale　lavender　lids　were　shut；　
though　of　course　he　didn't　sleep。　A　perfect　statue；　carved　in　some　
unknown　stone；　smooth　like　marble；　glittering　like　crystal。　

Now　and　then；　his　lips　would　move；　so　fast　it　looked　like　they　were　
trembling。　But；　when　I　asked；　he　told　me　he　was　singing　to　himself；　it　
was　too　low　for　me　to　hear。　

I　enjoyed　the　sun；　too；　though　the　air　wasn't　quite　dry　enough　for　my　
taste。　I　would　have　liked　to　lie　back；　as　he　did；　and　let　the　sun　warm　my　
face。　But　I　stayed　curled　up；　my　chin　resting　on　my　knees；　unwilling　to　
take　my　eyes　off　him。　The　wind　was　gentle；　it　tangled　my　hair　and　ruffled　
the　grass　that　swayed　around　his　motionless　form。　

The　meadow；　so　spectacular　to　me　at　first；　paled　next　to　his　magnificence。　

Hesitantly；　always　afraid；　even　now；　that　he　would　disappear　like　a　
mirage；　too　beautiful　to　be　real…　hesitantly；　I　reached　out　one　finger　
and　stroked　the　back　of　his　shimmering　hand；　where　it　lay　within　my　
reach。　I　marveled　again　at　the　perfect　texture；　satin　smooth；　cool　as　
stone。　When　I　looked　up　again；　his　eyes　were　open；　watching　me。　
Butterscotch　today；　lighter；　warmer　after　hunting。　His　quick　smile　turned　
up　the　corners　of　his　flawless　lips。　

〃I　don't　scare　you？〃　he　asked　playfully；　but　I　could　hear　the　real　
curiosity　in　his　soft　voice。　

〃No　more　than　usual。〃　

He　smiled　wider；　his　teeth　flashed　in　the　sun。　

I　inched　closer；　stretched　out　my　whole　hand　now　to　trace　the　contours　of　
his　forearm　with　my　fingertips。　I　saw　that　my　fingers　trembled；　and　knew　
it　wouldn't　escape　his　notice。　

〃Do　you　mind？〃　I　asked；　for　he　had　closed　his　eyes　again。　

〃No；〃　he　said　without　opening　his　eyes。　〃You　can't　imagine　how　that　
feels。〃　He　sighed。　

I　lightly　trailed　my　hand　over　the　perfect　muscles　of　his　arm；　followed　
the　faint　pattern　of　bluish　veins　inside　the　crease　at　his　elbow。　With　my　
other　hand；　I　reached　to　turn　his　hand　over。　Realizing　what　I　wished；　he　
flipped　his　palm　up　in　one　of　those　blindingly　fast；　disconcerting　
movements　of　his。　It　startled　me；　my　fingers　froze　on　his　arm　for　a　brief　
second。　

〃Sorry；〃　he　murmured。　I　looked　up　in　time　to　see　his　golden　eyes　close　
again。　〃It's　too　easy　to　be　myself　with　you。〃　

I　lifted　his　hand；　turning　it　this　way　and　that　as　I　watched　the　sun　
glitter　on　his　palm。　I　held　it　closer　to　my　face；　trying　to　see　the　
hidden　facets　in　his　skin。　

〃Tell　me　what　you're　thinking；〃　he　whispered。　I　looked　to　see　his　eyes　
watching　me；　suddenly　intent。　〃It's　still　so　strange　for　me；　not　knowing。〃　

〃You　know；　the　rest　of　us　feel　that　way　all　the　time。〃　

〃It's　a　hard　life。〃　Did　I　imagine　the　hint　of　regret　in　his　tone？　〃But　
you　didn't　tell　me。〃　

〃I　was　wishing　I　could　know　what　you　were　thinking…〃　I　hesitated。　

〃And？〃　

〃I　was　wishing　that　I　could　believe　that　you　were　real。　And　I　was　wishing　
that　I　wasn't　afraid。〃　

〃I　don't　want　you　to　be　afraid。〃　His　voice　was　just　a　soft　murmur。　I　
heard　what　he　couldn't　truthfully　say；　that　I　didn't　need　to　be　afraid；　
that　there　was　nothing　to　fear。　

〃Well；　that's　not　exactly　the　fear　I　meant；　though　that's　certainly　
something　to　think　about。〃　

So　quickly　that　I　missed　his　movement；　he　was　half　sitting；　propped　up　on　
his　right　arm；　his　left　palm　still　in　my　hands。　His　angel's　face　was　only　
a　few　inches　from　mine。　I　might　have　—　should　have　—　flinched　away　from　
his　unexpected　closeness；　but　I　was　unable　to　move。　His　golden　eyes　
mesmerized　me。　

〃What　are　you　afraid　of；　then？〃　he　whispered　intently。　

But　I　couldn't　answer。　As　I　had　just　that　once　before；　I　smelled　his　cool　
breath　in　my　face。　Sweet；　delicious；　the　scent　made　my　mouth　water。　It　
was　unlike　anything　else。　Instinctively；　unthinkingly；　I　leaned　closer；　

inhaling。　

And　he　was　gone；　his　hand　ripped　from　mine。　In　the　time　it　took　my　eyes　
to　focus；　he　was　twenty　feet　away；　standing　at　the　edge　of　the　small　
meadow；　in　the　deep　shade　of　a　huge　fir　tree。　He　stared　at　me；　his　eyes　
dark　in　the　shadows；　his　expression　unreadable。　

I　could　feel　the　hurt　and　shock　on　my　face。　My　empty　hands　stung。　

〃I'm…　sorry…　Edward；〃　I　whispered。　I　knew　he　could　hear。　

〃Give　me　a　moment；〃　he　called；　just　loud　enough　for　my　less　sensitive　
ears。　I　sat　very　still。　

After　ten　incredibly　long　seconds；　he　walked　back；　slowly　for　him。　He　
stopped；　still　several　feet　away；　and　sank　gracefully　to　the　ground；　
crossing　his　legs。　His　eyes　neve