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BPOV
-Sigh- It's a rainy day in Forks nothing special there. The raindrops stream down the window just like the tears stream down my face. I can't live without him. It's been a year since he left and I haven't changed at all.
I laid sprawled out on my bed and stared out the window watching the raindrops hit the leaves and slide down the edge of the leaf on the tree in front of my window. The very tree that Edward used to climb every night and hold me in his ice-cold arms.
Unsteadily I pushed myself off of my bed and walked to my desk. I sat down in the chair and stared miserably at the demolished radio I ripped out of my truck. I winced remembering that unfaithful day where my life was ultimately changed for the worse. I spun around in my chair until my head began to hurt. I got up on my rarely used legs and walked down the stairs. I heard the TV and figured Charlie was watching sports. Charlie looked up in surprise when he heard my footsteps come down the stairs. He never used to do that; he was always too absorbed in the game.
"Hey Bells." he said surprised, I honestly didn't blame him.
"Hey Dad," I tried smiling back but my sides lips didn't seem to move at all. "Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yea but I can order pizza Bells don't worry." I didn't cook for a year no wonder Charlie stared bewildered at me when I walked into the kitchen and took out a pot covered in a thin layer of dust. I started making spaghetti, stirring the water while I added the pasta. I cut up the basil, onions, garlic and cilantro. I added the garlic and onions to the pasta. I took a jar of tomato sauce out of the cabinet that hopefully wasn't expired and added it to the pasta mixture slowly. An hour later the spaghetti was ready. I scooped up the spaghetti and sprinkled cheese, basil and cilantro on the top of the pile of pasta. I wondered myself how it tasted I mean I didn't cook for a year and I would be a little rusty.
Charlie scooped the spaghetti into his plate and began feasting after all he'd been living off of takeout for a year.
"Bells this tastes wonderful!"
"Thanks Dad!" I said as I felt a smile appear on my face and Charlie smiled back.
"So Bells…. I… are you feeling any err better?" Charlie asked suddenly uneasy. I shrugged.
"I can't really say Dad, I still feel empty inside and I don't know what to do."
Charlie sat in front of me quietly looking at his hands, probably thinking about Renee and how he still wasn't over her. He continued eating when he said, "Maybe you should hang out with your friends more."
I shrugged again but I knew that keeping my mind off of him wouldn't help, not at all, the past was where I was happy. "I don't know Dad, maybe that will help. I'll be in my room if you need me. Do you mind doing the dishes?"
"No Bells its fine."
I climbed the stairs to my room, making sure not to trip on the steps. I shut the door. I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Ed- him.
Flashback
Edward in the sunlight was shocking. I couldn't get used to it though I had been staring at him all afternoon. His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday's hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny little diamonds were embedded in the surface. He lay perfectly still in the grass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn't sleep. A perfect statue, carved in some unknown stone, smooth like marble, glittering like crystal.
End Flashback
I fell asleep dreaming about the one who still had my heart.
R&R first fanfiction
