Takes place after Edward leaves Bella in New Moon.
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Edward stared out the window. The scenery went rushing by as they rose off the ground. This was it. There was no turning and running back now. Bella was gone; safely back in Forks the way it should be; and he was sitting on a plane alone, putting as much distance between him and Forks as he possibly could. The exchange was still fresh in his mind.
“You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already!”
“Bella, I don’t want you to come with me.”
“You…don’t…want me?”
“No.”How he had managed to keep himself from letting his pain and regret from showing through to his face, he hadn’t quite figured out. He knew that there was nothing more he wanted than to be with Bella, forever; but that would mean putting her life in danger. Condemning her to a damned life. He couldn’t do that to her; she was the love of his life.
He reached into his bag a pulled out the pictures he had taken from Bella’s scrapbook. Flipping through the photographs, he felt his throat well up, feeling the sensation of forcing back tears. He knew the mere idea of him crying was plain ridiculous, but it all hurt just the same. He came across the picture of him and Bella. The only tangible memory he had of his beloved’s face.
Her eyes—beautiful, chocolate brown—were clouded with soft pain, instead of her charming, spirit. Standing next to her, was a man he hardly recognized. Stony-faced, vacant expression, emotionless eyes. This is what he had become; no more than a statue, put up for display. Having to, everyday, pretend that he had not been affected by leaving. Having to pretend that never seeing Bella didn’t hurt him at all.
Edward shoved the other pictures back in his bag, keeping the one of Bella lay softly in his hands. He took his CD player out and plugged in the headphones. He hadn’t bothered to check what CD was in; he just needed something, anything, to get his mind away from everything he had lost. He closed his eye. The soft music humming in his ears.
The song was too familiar to him. It was sweet. The most beautiful song he had ever heard. Bella’s Lullaby…
The beautiful song made him relax. For a moment, he truly believed he was lying on the soft comforter quilt on her bed. Bella sitting beside him, running her delicate hands through his bronze hair. She had never gotten the paper cut during her birthday party, Jasper had never been tempted to attack her, he had never decided to leave her alone.
Edward squeezed his eyes shut, trapping the non-existent tears beneath his eyelids. He pressed the photograph to his chest. He bit his lip. The memories would never fade, no matter how hard he tried, they would never go away. Bella would get over him—one way or another—that’s all that mattered. She would live her life as originally planned:
alive.
But what about him? He had nearly ninety years alone, watching everyone else around him being with their true love. The only time he truly felt complete was when he was with Bella. He had become accustomed to her exquisite floral scent, and loved having her warm body press up against his freezing, marbled skin. Her beautiful, flawless lips brush against his.
He would never have any of that again. Bella would be safe, happy, and alive—that was the positive. But he would remain away from her; miserable, immortal, and alone—
forever.
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WARNING!: New Moon spoilers!I had to write something to vent. I am soo upset! I just read Chapter 3: Goodbyes of
New Moon. I cried for like, twenty minutes!
Sorry I can't write more, but I'm freezing my ass off here and need to go sit by the fireplace. Hope you enjoy it! And please give me your feedback.
Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan © Stephenie Meyer
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