We walked into my room and Seth looked around

            "Nice room" He commented since it was his first time seeing it.

            "Thanks" I spoke quietly and sat on the bed laying back and sighing. Seth did the same, minus the sighing part

            "What's wrong?" He asked turning his head to look at me. I did the same so I could look at him. His chocolate brown eyes. He is perfect.

            "It's Bella. This protection detail is annoying and tiring. I mean why can't she just be a damn normal human awkward stupid  girl" I said angrily

            "First, calm down with the name calling and secondly, she's Edwards blood singer, meaning she is family" He said

            "I know she's family and I do love her I just hate her choice for immortality," I explained and Seth nodded

            "Understandable." was all he said. We both turned and looked up at the ceiling out right hands intertwined with each others. We stayed like that for a few minutes before I spoke


            "Hmm?" He answered still looked at the ceiling

            "What are you going to do?" I asked turning to him

            "What do you mean?" He asked turning his whole body towards me and leaning his head on his arm. I did the same

            "Well, I'm a vampire you're a wolf, I live forever I am immortal" I said quietly. It had been a subject I did not want to touch, but I knew I had to sometime before it got more serious between us

            "As long as I keep shifting I will stay this young" He replied like it was no big deal.

            "Seth, you have to understand all your friends will grow up and become old and you're willing to give that up?" I asked in disbelief

            He nodded "For you, yes. That's what being an imprint is being there for her whenever, however and wherever. I can always make new friends. There's always a chance for a new vamp to come into town and for one of the boys to imprint on her, you never know" He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

            I scooted closer to him and cuddled with him

            "Sorry I'm cold" I said my voice muffled by his warm chest

            "It's okay, beautiful" He replied kissing the top of my head "It's not your fault" He assured me. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.

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