I stood in Bella's room, trying to hide all traces of me. Jasper attacked her at her birthday party the night before, and I knew that I had to leave. For her sake. The scrapbook that Renee got her was lying on her desk. I opened it, and on the first page, there was a picture of me taken at the party. It was bent in half. I carefully unfolded it. Bella was on the other side. She had bent it over so that I was the only thing that was showing. As I flipped through the other pages, I saw that there were no pictures of her in it anywhere. I realized that I was still holding it in my hand. I smoothed the crease out. I put a finger on her face. She actually looked…happy at the birthday she didn't want. I placed it in the pocket of my jacket. It was probably wrong for me to keep it, but I needed something tangible that reminded me of her, not just my memories. I took the picture of me and her that had been taken a year ago off her wall board, along with anything else that had anything to do with me, and put them underneath the loose floorboard in front of her closet. Maybe now, once I leave, then she can forget about me.