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dded once； and then turned my face straight forward。 She did not speak to me again。 That afternoon； as soon as school was finished； my role played； I ran to Seattle as I had the day before。 It seemed that I could handle the aching just slightly better when I was flying over the ground； turning everything around me into a green blur。 This run became my daily habit。 Did I love her？ I did not think so。 Not yet。 Alice s glimpses of that future had stuck with me； though； and I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella。 It would be exactly like falling： effortless。 Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling it was pulling myself up a cliffface； hand over hand； the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength。 More than a month passed； and every day it got harder。 That made no sense to me I kept waiting to get over it； to have it get easier。 This must be what Alice had meant when she d predicted that I would not be able to stay away from the girl。 She had seen the escalation of the pain。 But I could handle pain。 I would not destroy Bella s future。 If I was destined to love her； then wasn t avoiding her the very least I could do？ Avoiding her was about the limit of what I could bear； though。 I could pretend to ignore her； and never look her way。 I could pretend that she was of no interest to me。 But that was the extent； just pretense and not reality。 I still hung on every breath she took； every word she said。
I lumped my torments into four categories。 The first two were familiar。 Her scent and her silence。 Or； rather to take the responsibility on myself where it belonged my thirst and my curiosity。 The thirst was the most primal of my torments。 It was my habit now to simply not breathe at all in Biology。 Of course； there were always the exceptions when I had to answer a question or something of the sort； and I would need my breath to speak。 Each time I tasted the air around the girl； it was the same as the first day fire and need and brutal violence desperate to break free。 It was hard to cling even slightly to reason or restraint in those moments。 And； just like that first day； the monster in me would roar； so close to the surface The curiosity was the most constant of my torments。 The question was never out of my mind： What is she thinking now？ When I heard her quietly sigh。 When she twisted a lock of hair absently around her finger。 When she threw her books down with more force than usual。 When she rushed to class late。 When she tapped her foot impatiently against the floor。 Each movement caught in my peripheral vision was a maddening mystery。 When she spoke to the other human students； I analyzed her every word and tone。 Was she speaking her thoughts； or what she thought she should say？ It often sounded to me like she was trying to say what her audience expected； and this reminded me of my family and our daily life of illusion we were better at it than she was。 Unless I wrong about that； just imagining things。 Why would she have to play a role？ She was one of them a human teenager。 Mike Newton was the most surprising of my torments。 Who would have ever dreamed that such a generic； boring mortal could be so infuriating？ To be fair； I should have felt some gratitude to the annoying boy； more than the others； he kept the girl talking。 I learned so much about her through these conversations I was still piling my list but； contrarily； Mike s assistance with this project only aggravated me more。 I didn t want Mike to be the one that unlocked her secrets。 I wanted to do that。 It helped that he never noticed her small revelations； her little slips。 He knew nothing about her。 He d created a Bella in his head that didn t exist a girl just as generic as he was。 He hadn t observed the unselfishness and bravery that set her apart from other humans； he didn t hear the abnormal maturity of her spoken thoughts。 He didn t perceive that when she spoke of her mother； she sounded like a parent speaking of a child rather than the other way around loving； indulgent； slightly amused； and fiercely protective。 He didn t hear the patience in her voice when she feigned interest in his rambling stories； and didn t guess at the kindness behind that patience。 Through her conversations with Mike； I was able to add the most important quality to my list； the most revealing of them all； as simple as it was rare。 Bella was good。 All the other things added up to that whole kind and selfeffacing and unselfish and loving and brave she was good through and through。 These helpful discoveries did not warm me to the boy； however。 The possessive way he viewed Bella as if she were an acquisition to be made provoked me almost as much as his crude fantasies about her。 He was being more confident of her； too； as the time passed； for she seemed to prefer him over those he considered his rivals Tyler Crowley； Eric Yorkie； and even； sporadically； myself。 He would routinely sit on her side of our table before class began； chattering at her； encouraged by her smiles。 Just polite smiles； I told myself。 All the same； I frequently amused myself by imagining backhanding him across the room and into the far wall It probably wouldn t injure him fatally
Mike didn t often think of me as a rival。 After the accident； he d worried that Bella and I would bond from the shared experience； but obviously the opposite had resulted。 Back then； he had still been bothered that I d singled Bella out over her peers for attention。 But now I ignored her just as thoroughly as the others； and he grew placent。 What was she thinking now？ Did she wele his attention？ And； finally； the last of my torments； the most painful： Bella s indifference。 As I ignored her； she ignored me。 She never tried to speak to me again。 For all I knew； she never thought about me at all。 This might have driven me mad or even broken my resolution to change the future except that she sometimes stared at me like she had before。 I didn t see it for myself； as I could not allow myself to look at her； but Alice always warned us when she was about to stare； the others were still wary of the girl s problematic knowledge。 It eased some of the pain that she gazed at me from across a distance； ev