"Are you sure you want to do this Renesmee?" Bella asked, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her back, looking over her shoulder to where Edward and Alice stood.
"I'm positive," I said as she released me. I took a step back, picking up my handbag and carry-on case. Bella went to stand next to Edward, taking his hand. I remembered what it was like two years ago when they broke up. Bella was a mess, sneaking out late at night to fuel her adrenaline addiction and Edward was mean and unpleasant all the time. Of course, a lot of things have changed in two years. Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper were already at Dartmouth and Bella and Edward would be joining them in the next few days. It was Alice's senior year of high school, she was pretty pissed that she was going to be alone this year. I made it through high school with honors and I was valedictorian, partly only because my epic depression caused me to function like a robot for almost a year.
After he left I was cold, dead, numb. The first week was hard and yes, I was depressed. But I hid it well, when I was in the company of others I was always polite and I smiled, but it was never real, it was all just an act to avoid people asking me if I was okay. I hated it, despised it when people asked me if I was okay. Of course I wasn't, but I didn't need their sympathetic looks or their pity. So I pretended to be fine, in my personal opinion I should win an Oscar.
"There is still time to change your mind, you can always enroll in Dartmouth," Edward said, pulling me into a tight hug. My whole family went to Dartmouth, Esme and Carlisle met there and both of them were Alumni. They all expected me to join them at Dartmouth, but after two years of pretending I had enough. I wanted out, I needed out. It was bad enough when they drove him and his family out of Forks and then expected me to be okay with it, but I couldn't handle another four years with their over protectiveness. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I needed some time.
"I'm going to Columbia Edward, whether you like it or not." He released me, picking up my large suitcase and duffle bag. I was flying to New York tonight, most of my stuff was already down there, and I just needed to take my clothes and other important stuff. I put my hand in my handbag, feeling for the letter that I had carefully hidden in the lining. When I got home from the hospital I found a letter lying on my pillow. It was from him I recognized his handwriting. I never opened it to this day. I didn't want to know what he had to say to me, he had already said enough that day at the hospital.
"Alright, be sure to come home every break." He said as Alice hugged me. My relationship with her slowly deteriorated over the years, we barely spoke to each other. I knew she was mad at me for taking the blame for the car crash and she was mad at him for the crash. It was in the past, I got over it, but she didn't.
"I promise guys."