Standing, staring, thinking, debating. Debating on if I was making the right decision. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I live with my mother and my step-father in Jacksonville, Florida. It wasn't until about a month ago that I starting questioning my decision to move back with my Renee. I thought that maybe a change of scenery after my whole 'incident' would do me some good. I didn't really like to think about the whole thing that happened a year ago, but sometimes I just couldn't help myself. I looked back to my bed which held my two suitcases. I closed them and headed downstairs to where Renee was crying into her husband's shoulder. Deep down I knew that she understood that I had to return to Forks. I couldn't explain it. Not to her, or anyone else. But, I felt this pull, like I needed to be in Forks that my life would not ever be complete if I didn't move back to Forks and live with Charlie.

Arriving to the airport brought on another dose of tears from Renee begging me to stay. I smiled slightly to her and explained that I needed to go back, that I needed to face all of this head on and be a grown up about it. I gave her and Phil one last hug and turned to go back to Forks. The place where I first fell in love, and where I had my heart smashed into a million pieces. The place that holds the memories of THEM. The place, that I swore I would never go back to.

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