CAUTION: NEW MOON SPOILERS AHEAD.

Roses are red, violets are blue, this story isn't mine….but I'm not going to try to rhyme because I'm very bad at it.

One more thing, this starts at the part in new moon where Alice and Bella are on the plane going to help Edward.

Sorry if it doesn't make sense and if my grammar sucks…because it does.

Chapter 1: Almost

Alice and I sate quiet throughout most of the trip. I noticed, to my shock, that Alice's eyes widened right as the plane landed. I couldn't decide if it was the landing that shocked her or if it was another vision.

"Alice…are you alright?" I asked, a little panicked.

"When we get to the clock tower, I'm going to leave you for a moment…Edward has to tell you something." Uh oh.

I didn't quite understand…but I figured Alice would explain it to me as soon as this was all over and done with. All I had to do was let Edward see that I was alive, and then he would stop.

"I'll need something to hide my skin," Alice said. I looked out the window…sunny.

"Here," I said, taking a navy blue hoody off of someone's seat before they noticed. I handed it to her.

"Let's go."

Huge crowds surrounded the streets, making it very hard for me to get through. Alice was simply pushing people away. I found it difficult to be outside in the sun. I haven't seen a sunny day in such a long time. It felt like I was becoming completely red with sunburn. When I got home, I probably would be. Home.

Home felt so far away right now. I didn't need to go home…the only home I wanted was to be with Edward again.

"I'm either delusional or I'm already dead." His voice tempted me, but I didn't turn around. "Maybe both."

"Edward." It had been so hard to say his name before, but now it came easily. I could feel the tears of reunion beginning to fall.

His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me into the shadows.

"Bella," Edward said, his eyes forcing my tears to come faster.

He pulled himself into me and just held me there. I whispered his name a few times; he whispered mine in response. After a while, I desperately needed something more. I tilted my head into his and kissed him without any form of permission. I didn't care.

"No," he whispered, "I won't be able to say goodbye if I ever kiss you again." He said it into my lips. The tears I was crying started to sting my cheeks. I leaned my face into his again, and this time he didn't resist. He kissed me with the passion I needed, what I longed for.

I had to stop kissing him I was crying so hard. I know that if he did say goodbye that I would die…I won't ever be the same. He sobbed into the top of my head. 'No,' I thought, 'this cannot be happening.' I should have never come to Forks.

"I love you so much," Edward said, through his sobs.

"What are you saying goodbye for?" I said; my face was beginning to feel stiff from the saltiness of the moisture pouring from my eyes.

"It's too late…the Volturi are going to kill me."

"NO!" I screamed. "No…Why?"

He ignored my question. "I love you," Edward said, his voice trembling.

"I wish you would have never left me!" I cried. "Don't go, don't leave."

"Just know that I will find you if I stay alive. I'll find you and we'll hide somewhere deep in the forest; a place where no one can find us."

I felt the urgency to blink but I couldn't. I didn't want to miss that fraction of a second that I could think about later. His face could simply vanish from my mind.

"I'll never leave you once I find—"

And then our bodies molded into one, completely mutual. I couldn't tell which fingers were mine and which were his. Our lips were so fierce—so greedy. As we kissed, Edward put a piece of crumpled paper into my hand. What is that?

"I love you," I said.

"I love you," he responded. "Now run. Find Alice and run!"

I nodded and ran for it. I couldn't turn back, I knew he would be looking and then I wouldn't be able to make it out of there.

"Alice!" I called. I couldn't see her hoody anywhere. "Alice?" I said again.

"Go to the airport, get home!" Alice yelled at me from across the street. "They can't see me with you, go!"

My face felt numb when I heard her. I had to go home alone. I saw people filing into a train station to the airport. I pushed my way through people, not bothering to say excuse me as I passed them.

"Perchè siete in una fretta, bella?" one Italian man shouted to me. I heard my name in it…Bella. He either knew my name, or he was calling me beautiful. Either way—it creeped me out. I ran faster, letting my feet stomp loudly on the cement.

Once I finally got a plane ticket, I sat, waiting in the boarding area. I touched the pocket of my jeans…the crumpled note. I had to wait until I was away from this continent so I couldn't go looking for him. I missed him too much. My heart was ripped fiercely into tiny pieces that scattered. I was empty…hollow.

The plane smelled overly clean; the fake smile of the stewardess was annoying me. I just wanted to punch that stupid smile off her face…what did she have to be so happy about?

"Beverage, miss?" I stared back at her Barbie face coldly. "Cookie?" she said, putting a warm, tasty looking cookie in front of me…chocolate chips. (A/N: SORRY! I just really want a cookie right now!)

"Thank you," I said and shoved the cookie in my mouth with only one bite. It wasn't her fault Edward was gone.

It was my fault. If I hadn't jumped off of that stupid cliff none of this would have ever happened. I'm so irresponsible!!

I felt like crying, but my eyes were dry. I just stared out the window until I finally drifted asleep.

"Benvenuto alle signore ed ai signori de New York. Atterreremo presto," the intercom said as I jerked myself out of a sleeping state. I heard New York in there…we're here.

I got off the plane and headed for the next plane…to Seattle. I fell asleep on that one also and I looked everywhere for a payphone once I was off. I dialed Carlisle's cell phone number. He could pick me up and then I could tell him everything.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Carlisle," I began, "will you come and pick me up at the airport please…gate 24A."

"What happened? Is Edward there…is Alice there?" He was worried.

"No…"

"I'll be there soon," Carlisle concluded and hung up. I hung up too and sat down on a bench right under the sign that said gate 24A. I touched my pocket again…the paper urgeing me to open it.

'Open me,' it called. I need you Edward…

I pulled out the yellowish paper and felt the deep creases. It was slightly crumpled. I let my fingers feel the softness of it…it was cold and smooth…like Edward. I began to cry again as I saw what the note said.