Lacuna (Book two to Attraction)

1. PREFACE

Lacuna (n.) a blank space, a missing part

The wind pushes my hair behind my ears as I pounce on the large deer, it's kicks should hurt me but they don't. I should be bruised or even have a few broken bones but I don't. When I wipe my mouth clean I realize the moon has already come up only to brighten the sky a little more tonight. My amber eyes meet the moon and I slump down next to a tree, I wish things could have been different between Paul and myself.

If our love could have burned a little longer maybe we would be in a different place, I wouldn't have left Forks, Paul wouldn't have lied... But our fire must have gone out a long time ago if he'd lied to me for this long, who knows how long it had been that he was lying to me about this. Maybe imprinting on me was supposed to happen—He did save me from Dylan after all yet I don't think we were supposed to be romantic with one another, if that were meant to happen then I am sure we wouldn't be in this position.

Parted, alone, and with an pain in my chest that feels like it is growing larger than I can bare. He was everything I wanted in my life and I guess I just thought things were finally going to work out between to two of us, I was stupid enough to think that maybe after everything we had gone through that things between us would stay solid. We broke up once, we were apart for months, when I cared he didn't and when I cared I guess it was just too late.

My head bows while I stare down the forest of lanky tall trees with scattered leaves, West Virginia isn't anything like Forks but it wouldn't be, they're two entirely different states. I came here after I left Paul which feels like months ago but it has only been two weeks, time flies when you're hunting and you don't sleep. I try my best not to think about Paul and when I do catch myself thinking about him I attempt to push his memory out of my mind.

But I do think about him no matter how much I hate the fact that I still do, my mind often wanders to what he might be doing in these days, is he trying to find me? Has he been eating properly and taking care of himself? I feel so ignorant for thinking these things about him, I should be trying to let him go not romanticizing over him or constantly worrying about him. I wish I didn't care, but I care about everything too much.

When morning comes I quickly practicing camouflaging my skin just in case I have to encounter a human— Which I hope that doesn't happen, I don't want to feel my throat ache anymore. When the sun begins to rise I feel relieved, at least now I'll be able to focus on something else besides my own thoughts like the sound of cars driving by in the off in the distance or the chirpy birds. My phone buzzes in which I frown before deciding to look and see who's calling me, is it him? No, it wouldn't be. It's my mom—While sucking in a breath I press the phone to my ear.

"Willow, is everything okay? I have barely heard from you in two weeks" She sounds genuinely concerned as she should be. Normally I send a 'hey how are you?' Or a 'just checking in' kind of thing to let her know I'm still alive. But things have been so different lately I've just distanced myself from everything and everyone which explains my unread texts from Renesmee and Quil... And him.

"Hey, mom I'm fine. Sorry, I've just been really busy..." I feel bad for lying to her but I guess technically it isn't an actual lie. I have been busy traveling from Forks to West Virginia, that's a lot of running and trying to practice my camouflage. A long sigh comes from my mom and for a moment I close my eyes to brace myself for what she is going to say next.

"Honey, Layla called me a few days ago..." Of course she did. "Apparently Paul showed up looking for Quil," Of course he did. She takes in a deep breath, "Layla told me he was very— drunk." My jaw clenches while the fingers of my free hand dig into the gravel, of course he was.

"Mom, I really don't want to have this conversation." I tell her.

Maybe she and aunt Layla are just worried about me but I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear about Paul and how drunk he was, I don't want to hear about how upset he is or how much he misses me— It hurts too much to hear any of that and all I want is to just forget all of this. My eyes reopen and I can feel the terribly familiar ache growing in my chest once more, if only I could just shut off my feelings how convenient that would be.

"Okay, I won't say anymore. I don't know what happened between you two but surely you can work it out, you both seem so great together." She continues while a frown begins to grow on my face.

"Mom, please." I beg with her, I can't mentally handle this right now.

She has no idea what Paul has done and I can't even tell her that because it isn't allowed in the vampire world.

"Alright, alright. Willow, I am flying out to Forks in two days, I was going to surprise you and come next week but after Layla called me I got worried. You can't just sit cooped up in your apartment or all alone, Quil hasn't heard from you, Layla is worried sick. No one has heard from you, you can't just disappear because you're going through a break up. I'll see you in two days." She states calmly.

Oh how sure I am that my face would be wet with tears if I had them at this point. The shakiness of my breathes and shuddering of my chest is my only familiarity that I am crying now, maybe she's right.

I just took off and left my friends and family, they've all be trying to reach me and I just vanished. The old me wouldn't have done this, I would have shoveled down some Ben and Jerry's along with a some wine and gone to work. I would have kept pushing through the pain because it was my only option.

"I know, I'm really sorry mom... I'll see you soon" I tell her apologetically. With a deep breath I run my fingers through my hair, my mom will be in Forks two days from now— So I'd better start running.

Authors Note: Thank you for journeying with me all the way to book two! I hope you all are enjoying the story so far. Don't forget to leave a vote! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Signed, TakeMeToYourRiver.