I walked along the beach with my shoes in my hand. My presence along the sand seemed to go unnoticed- I could barely feel myself sink into it, I was floating. It wasn’t until I glanced over my shoulder and saw the faint outlines that I realised my mistake. But there was a problem. There was only one pair of prints. I frowned, since when have I been alone? Oh, this side of me always has.

I longed for some human contact, my heart ached for it- but the constant knowledge that I was far from normal, ruined the very idea.

I’d lived a life of protection. Don’t do this, don’t do that. No reasons why, just that I couldn’t. Rebellion wasn’t the answer, my father would have known just as soon as I had the idea. My mother- ever the pessimist- would always try to show reason, try to make me see that it was the best way, and that life wasn’t going to be easy, but I was a Cullen, and I’d get through it.

I wanted to feel the warmth of someone’s hand in mine, their arms around my waist, there lips on my lips… but it was impossible. The very idea of an event like my parents love story happening again was frowned upon by all- and not just by the Volturi.

I sighed and sank to the floor, before dragging my legs under my chin. My eyes searched the waves for an answer…I drifted with the water.

Renesmee..

Nessie?

“Earth to Nessie” A small gasp left my lips as my momentary state of peace was interrupted. Jacob…

“Hey Jake” I could feel that my smile was too forced, to fake to reassure anyone that I was okay- even myself.

“Is there something wrong?” I bit my lip and stared at the warm gold beneath me. “Want to talk about it?” My shoulders slumped as I shook my head. Tears that I really didn’t want to be put on display were playing at the corners of my eyes- inching their way to freedom. “Tell me what’s playing on your mind Nessie”

“I’m not normal” I choked. Well there goes my control.