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           WhatwasIgoingtodoifitwastrue?

           IfEdwardwasavampire-Icouldhardlymakemyselfthinkthewords-thenwhatshouldIdo?Involvingsomeoneelsewasdefinitelyout.Icouldn’tevenbelievemyself;anyoneItoldwouldhavemecommitted.

           Onlytwooptionsseemedpractical.Thefirstwastotakehisadvice:tobesmart,toavoidhimasmuchaspossible.Tocancelourplans,togobacktoignoringhimasfarasIwasable.Topretendtherewasanimpenetrablythickglasswallbetweenusintheoneclasswherewewereforcedtogether.Totellhimtoleavemealone-andmeanitthistime.

           IwasgrippedinasuddenagonyofdespairasIconsideredthatalternative.Mymindrejectedthepain,quicklyskippingontothenextoption.

           Icoulddonothingdifferent.Afterall,ifhewassomething...sinister,he’ddonenothingtohurtmesofar.Infact,IwouldbeadentinTyler’sfenderifhehadn’tactedsoquickly.Soquickly,Iarguedwithmyself,thatitmighthavebeensheerreflexes.Butifitwasareflextosavelives,howbadcouldhebe?Iretorted.Myheadspunaroundinanswerlesscircles.

           TherewasonethingIwassureof,ifIwassureofanything.ThedarkEdwardinmydreamlastnightwasareflectiononlyofmyfearofthewordJacobhadspoken,andnotEdwardhimself.Evenso,whenI’dscreamedoutinterroratthewerewolf’slunge,itwasn’tfearforthewolfthatbroughtthecryof"no"tomylips.Itwasfearthathewouldbeharmed-evenashecalledtomewithsharp-edgedfangs,Ifearedforhim.

           AndIknewinthatIhadmyanswer.