This, dear readers, is going to be a collection of short stories. And maybe some other things that I feel like having a go at writing.

Basically, every story/entry/whatever, will have a point, like a fable or something. It would be really cool if you could figure it out :)

Updates will probably be frequent, as there will be less pressure on time and plot etc. This plan seems like a winner!

Also, if you don't like one story, you might like another! There will be no set genre, theme or characters.... just what I feel like writing that day.

So click on that updates button, even if you find this one a bit iffy.. you never know what the next one will be like!

Enjoy.

The Letter

"What are you writing?"

"A letter."

"Who to?"

"You."

"Oh. Can I see it?"

"No."

"Why not."

"Because I haven't finished it yet."

"Can I see it once you've finished then?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I wouldn't have posted it."

"Why do you need to post it?"

"To make sure that you don't read it whilst I'm here."

"Why don't you want to be here when I read it?"

"You'll see."

Bella frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. If the words were good, then he would want to be there when she read it. If it were good, then he probably would've just said what he wanted her to know. That only meant that the news was bad.

She bit her lip and went into the kitchen. Flicking the kettle on, she walked over to the fridge to get the milk. Her eyes landed on the glossy photograph held in place with a little chrome magnet.

Edwards arms were wrapped around her waist, her arms resting on his. The wind tugged at his bronze hair, making it stick out in unruly tufts. He was smiling down at her, white teeth flashing, her brown eyes angled up to meet his green ones. The sun made them glint, and had spattered tiny freckles over the bridge of her nose. They looked so happy.

That holiday had been the best week of her life; playing tourist, exploring, finding out about each other. She didn't think that anything had changed.

Did he?

When Edward had told her that he was going to be visiting his parents for a week without her, she had been confused. She liked Esme and Carlisle, and thought that they liked her too… Was she mistaken about that too?

Bella jumped when she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist and a pair of lips kissed her cheek. She hadn't heard him coming.

"I will see you when I get back okay?" Edward spoke tentatively, as if unsure that he would be able to act on his word. Then as quickly as he had approached, he was gone.

Bella hadn't had the chance to say goodbye.

She took her mug of tea into the living room and set it on the coaster on the coffee table. She brought her feet up underneath her and pulled the blanket over her. She closed her eyes and tried to think of nothing.

Two days. Edward had been gone for two days and Bella had tried to ignore the fear that was gripping her. That man was her life, and had been for almost three years. She wanted to hate him for putting her through this, for making her doubt - but she couldn't. She hated herself for thinking like that.

He had never given any indication that he felt differently, not once making her question him and what she meant to him. Maybe that was why he was going for a clean break. Once feelings changed, they didn't go back, right? What was the point in dragging it out? Might as well get it over with quickly. It explained the week away, the letter, the rushed goodbye. The kiss on the cheek.

For forty-eight hours, these thoughts had plagued Bella's brain. The uncertainty and ambiguity of Edwards departure led her to the only conclusion that could sound reasonable - He didn't love her any more, and he was leaving. He wrote a letter because he thought that it would be easier for her to not have to hear him destroy her life. So she wouldn't have to hide whilst her world crumbled.

She hadn't told anyone, not even Alice. She didn't want anyone to know that she had turned away her world. So alone, Bella sat on the sofa, bills discarded on the floor, clutching the envelope that would destroy her.

Carefully, she ran her finger underneath the seal that held her fate. With quaking fingers and a shivering breath, Bella pulled out the sheet of neatly folded paper. Beautifully calligraphic letters covered the page in evenly spaced lines. Inhaling deeply, she began to read.

Home-town love found over a hot-dog counter. It doesn't sound romantic, but it was the most important day of my life. With friends that I can no longer remember, and conversations I can no longer recall, I met the woman that would make me whole.

That ordinary day; clouds covering the sky and puddles covering the ground, I looked and saw the most extraordinary sight. You.

I had wondered about the day when I would meet my soul mate since I was ten. I had never thought that it would be in the park, in front of a fast food van with mustard all over my hands. I would never have guessed that she would hand me a napkin and start cleaning me up, with a blush on her cheeks and cherry blossoms in her hair.

It didn't matter where we were, you always made it special. The perfect settings are made for movies - the real life moments are what made me love you. Too many to list, but I will never forget them. I will never forget you - because I can never let you go.

You are my life now. I could never leave. No woman could live up to your shadow. Your empathy, kindness, wit and nerve, you frustrate me, make me, love me. There can never be anyone as good as you.

What I am trying to say, underneath this mass of nervous rambling, is that you showed me how to live. Before you, I was just existing, just breathing, eating and taking up space. You have given me purpose, a reason to be more than I ever thought I could be. I am everything, thanks to you.

I am writing this to give you time. I do not want you to feel pressured. I want you to know that I will be here for as long as you want me, and probably a bit after that too. I need you to think this through, to not make a hasty decision, I need you to act for yourself and not for me.

Bella, my love, I am asking if you would spend the rest of your life with me, if you will make me the happiest man on earth, if you let me spend every last day making you feel like the Goddess that you are.

Will you marry me?

Bella let the tears flow from beneath her lashes. She didn't need to think about it, she didn't need the time. She picked up a pencil and at the bottom of the page she wrote Yes.

Anyone guess the moral?

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