Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I own the rest. No redistribution without my consent.


Thanksgiving Day

"Hey baby, how come you're not eating much?"

"I don't have much of an appetite," I reply, hoping he'll drop the subject.

But of course he doesn't. He's too observant for his own good. "Is something wrong?"

"Why would something be wrong?"

"I don't know. You just haven't been acting like yourself this evening."

"I'm just out of it."

"Are you sick?"

"No…" Not in the way you think, at least.

"Is something bothering you?"

Might as well be somewhat honest. At least I won't feel as guilty. "Yes."

I hear a faint gasp from across the room. I know who it's coming from.

"What is it?"

"I'm just thinking about one of my friends." My best friend.

"Oh? Who? Jessica?"

I wish. "I don't wanna talk about it right now. It's not really the right time to discuss it."

"Hmmm, okay." He looks at me for several seconds, contemplating. For some reason, he looks nervous. His face starts to flush and his breathing accelerates.

His reaction puts me on edge. What is wrong with him? Could he possibly know?" Shit.

"Well…" he says in a shaky voice, "I might have something that will cheer you up."

Confused, I arch my eyebrows. He reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a jewelry box.

Oh no…oh no, oh no…

Before I know it, he's kneeling down on one knee. There's nowhere for me to turn…nowhere for me to go. I want to be anywhere but here. "Isabella Swan, I love you with all my heart. You're my life, my everything…I can't picture my world without you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marrying me?"

Tears stream down my face. And it's not because I'm overwhelmed with joy and happiness. It's caused by my aching…the hurt in my chest. I'm overcome with sadness, anger and regret…I do not deserve this man.

I know my full attention should be focused on him, but I can't help but scan the room full of family and friends. I act like I care about each of their expressions, but there's really only one person I'm concerned about. When I finally meet his green eyes, I see the sadness and hurt I feel inside.

There's only one thing left for me to do. And I know the answer Edward would want me to give.

"Yes."