Disclaimed: I do not own Twilight.

The Coffee shop was crowded for a Friday afternoon. This was not at all what I envisioned as I set up this meet up.

I could feel the buzz of what had to be a message from him on my phone as I stood in line to order a drink with the hope of appearing to be normal, but the tremor in my hand gave me away.

What are you thinking?

This was the question that rang through my head as I left work. It echoed in my ears with each step I took toward the Starbucks a block away from my job. It hung in the air I breathed as I stood in line, knowing that he was close while refusing to acknowledge it.

I pulled out my phone to read a quick message that simply stated Text when you are here.

I cannot begin to tell you what brought me here since I knew it was a bad idea. I knew nothing could ever come from this, yet here I stood. I knew that I was courting heartache and that wasn't even enough to stop me. Maybe it was the draw of his word or the anonymity since he was the perfect stranger. Maybe it was my own boredom. I didn't know and I did not want to psychoanalyze my bad decision.

I was here.

Right or wrong,

I had decided to see this bad decision through.

"Bella?"

AN: Hey everyone! It's been a while, but after a promise to write for NANOWRIMO I thought this would be a great site to post it. Its been awhile so my writing will be rusty I hope you will have patience with me. I took it back to my roots with this story idea, but I have an idea about Death that I am plotting out if anyone would like to be my sounding board.

I missed you all! 3

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