Jacob Black

      I closed the door to my room and locked it. Billy wouldn't bother me. He knew I'd want to be alone. I loosened my tie and let it hit the floor. The last few hours had been brutal. The chairs were uncomfortable and the weather was rainy and cold. Cold. Typical for Forks but it was going to take some getting used to.
      It had been a week since they'd left. Nobody thought it was suspicious. Everyone just figured they couldn't handle the grief. I guess that was partly true. It didn't matter. They were gone and I was cold.
      At least I think I was cold. The dominant feeling now was more a lack of feeling. Numbness. I looked around the room ans jumped when I saw my reflection in the mirror. There were bags under my eyes, which were red and puffy. I was also still in my suit. I stripped it off and quickly threw on some warmer clothes.
      On my way to close the blinds on the window I tripped over my tie and laughed to myself. It was something she would've done. Then the pain hit. I sank onto my bed feeling like I was being ripped in half, like there was a hole in my chest. I now knew how she'd felt. Another wave of pain. I just had to repress the memories. I wrapped my arms around myself and laid down but just then there was a knock at the door.
      "Yeah?" I called.
      "Jake," Billy's voice sounded strained, "You have some mail here." I got up and opened the door. Dad handed me the postcard and went down the hall. A sickening, sweet smell reached my nose and it burned a little. I looked down at the picture of the Leaning Tower before flipping it over. There were only a couple words there but they said a lot:

                                Thank you.

                                Edward Cullen