Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Twilight characters as they are owned by their respectful author/creator.

Author's Note: This story was written from the perspective of a newly introduced character who I made up. Just thought that it might be fun to have someone more related. Please review if you like or don't like it, and if you like this new character enough I would probably write sequels featuring her. I hope you'd enjoy it.


Another Bella

He was astoudingly hard to read and sense.

I thought that I had found my perfect match after all the wait I'd been through.

But it so happened that when the sun rose so highly and brilliantly that I had to hid somehere dark; I feared that he'd seen me through his human eyes.

I was a half empty glass, waited for something to fill me up with sparks that I longed for.

I waited for him, and I waited too long that I had let him grew old with someone else.

After twenty years, I looked just the same and I disgusted myself, loathed what a freak I had been all the time.

I saw him from the distance, he seemed happy with his daughter present in his life for the past few months.

I didn't think he knew what was going on between little Bella and Edward, one of Carlisle's boys.

He must not have known what his daughter could turn into if something should go wrong.

I wasn't in the same road as the Cullens were, but still, as a creature of principles, I had the greatest respect for the head of the Cullen family, a dear old friend of mine, Carlisle and also his sweet wife, Esme.

Charlie would be heart broken if he knew of what was inevitable.

As much as Edward's reluctance of changing Bella into a vampire, I knew for sure that it was impossible.

Oh, Charles. Had I been a little less dependant on my ability, I would've known that he'd loved me too.

I should've known how he was such a shy person that he could keep himself to himself without any clue to the outside world.

A considerably firm wind blew my wavy blonde hair away from my hips.

Before I knew it, Carlisle was behind me. I must've been so occupied that I didn't sense him coming.

He understood of my concern and I knew of his.

He was worried that when he'll introduce me to Bella, she'd find out eventually that I had been her father's love interest.

It wouldn't seem like very much, but I knew he'd always had a spot for me, as he named his daughter after me.

That fact actually broke my heart, if I still had one, and shattered them to most tiny bits of dust that I could be certain that I had none of it.

I had been alone in those years, despite my dearest friends constant visits, and I was lonely.

Years ago, I made a mistake and left.

After the event that had let me to assume that my existence was discoevered, I moved away without saying goodbye.

The only thing I had left was a letter to Charlie, innocently explaining how I had to move in family urgency and that I was deeply sorry that I couldn't accompany him to prom.

Leaving him open for Renee to enter his life.

How regrets could make you really suffer.

The letter was brief, but I remember my long hours spent to write it.

I had stopped at the one hundred and sixtieth word, signing the undeclared-love letter with my name and only identity, Isabella Dane.


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