Hola! hola!

So...i would say this is my version of New Moon, however, its nothing like New Moon! (although it does pick up after Edward leaves)

So, this is MY second book of the Twilight Saga...enjoy!

S. Meyer owns all! (except for any characters i create on my own!)

I couldn't feel my body. My tear filled eyes were the only sign of life as I lay there, barely breathing. The shortness of breath was not because I couldn't breathe; it was because I didn't want to breathe. In my mind, I no longer had a valid reason to sustain my so-called life.

I had managed to lose the one thing that held me to this Earth; I had managed to lose him. Even now, after all this time, the words he had spoken were as fresh in my mind as if he had said them the day before. He didn't love me; hadn't I always known that? Well, hadn't I always questioned that?

Against my better judgment, I had allowed myself to believe that someone as perfect as Edward could want me. How had I become so delusional? I realized now that I had loved him so hard and so strong, that it almost didn't matter to me if he felt the same; if the illusion was real. All that mattered was that he was with me. In the corners of my mind, I had always known this present outcome was a possibility, but love is a funny thing. It was love that forced me into his life, and so it was fitting that love had eventually forced me out.

I wanted to move. I desperately wanted to lift my hand to my face and wipe the tears away, but the weight of the pain left me immobile. I sobbed harder now, wondering if this feeling of emptiness would ever lessen; wondering if the simple act of getting out of bed would become any easier.

"Bella?" Charlie's worried voice called softly from outside my door.

"Bells baby, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

I cringed as I heard the high-pitched squeal of the door opening. I knew this was hurting Charlie to see me like this but there really wasn't anything I could do about it. I had been trying my best to get on with my life; to forget the unworldly emotions I had experienced not so long ago. But every morning, it seemed as if all the pain I had tried to hide the previous day swelled higher and slowly crushed me.

"Come on Bells, you gotta get up."

Charlie sat on the edge of my bed, brushing away the tears I couldn't. Somehow, this had become our new daily routine. I peered into his eyes and was saddened by the heartache I saw reflecting from my own.

"One day at a time, remember? Just one…" he sighed heavily, resting his large palm against my pale cheek. I nodded as I closed my eyes; fresh tears spilling from the corners. I slowly brought myself into a seated position and gave him a weak smile.

"That's my girl." He returned the gesture, but the sadness did not leave his eyes. He rose wearily from my bed and headed out the door. I lowered my head, ashamed that I had allowed my sorrow to infect Charlie so much.

I knew these last couple of months had been hard for me, to say the least, but I hadn't realized the extent of the toll it had taken on him. All this time, I had been so focused on my own heartache, that I had failed to see his. It was OK for me to suffer, but it was wrong to for him to have to suffer with me. I made a mental note to myself that from that day forward, I would do my best to get over this. It seemed like it had been long enough, but how does a person know the time it takes to heal from the absence of your soulmate?

That question went unanswered as I retrieved my bag of toiletries from the dresser and sluggishly made my way to te bathroom. Nowadays it seemed that this was only thing I looked forward to. In the shower, I felt like I could wash away all the anguish and grief Edward had left behind. I could cry there, knowing that the sprinkles of warm water would leave no trace of the tears behind.

I did this now, as I stood with the water drumming lightly over my skin. I cried until there were no more tears to cry; and even then, I continued to dry heave as memories of a past life flooded my being. I tried to clear my mind, which in turn, brought my breathing to a somewhat normal level and slowed the flow of tears. I thought long and hard as I stood there, the steam from the water swirling around me. It was in this moment that the awful truth sank in, bringing with it a pain so sharp and profound, I knew I would never be the same.

Edward wasn't coming back.

Though it hurt me deeply to finally admit this to myself, I knew it was the only way I would ever be able to move forward. I would never be the Bella I had once been; the hole he had left in me could never be re-filled and I wouldn't try. I would however, make an effort to live.

For the first time in months, I emerged from the shower feeling like I was going to make it in this new, Edward-less world. I knew it would probably be the hardest thing I would ever do, if I succeeded, but for once it seemed like a possibility; a very small one.

Back in my room, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a tan, light-weight turtleneck. I brushed the mass of brown locks on my head as I gazed out the window. I cringed as various memories of Edward climbing through it assaulted my mind. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the images as I quickly turned away.

When I finally opened them, my focus was on the wooden rocking chair across from my bed. Immediately, the recollection of me in Edward's lap, the morning after the first time he'd stayed with me, came pouring in. I swallowed hard, refusing to allow the tears that were forming to spill onto my cheeks.

I tossed the brush onto the dresser and stalked over to the bed, hurt that my brain was trying to undermine my efforts to move on. I sat there, taking in long, deep breaths. As my eyes closed, I flinched as a mental picture of Edward and I in bed, while he lightly brushed his hands over my hair and hummed my lullaby, appeared.

In that moment I realized that being in this house would do nothing to help me take the necessary steps to get my life back. Peering around the room I became conscious of the fact that there existed not one inch of space that did not remind me of him in some way. I stood then, and quickly headed for the door. I wasn't sure how much more of the memories I would be able to withstand. As swiftly as possible, I made my way down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

"Y-you're…going out?" Charlie stammered, unable to hide his surprise.

"Yeah, I think…I need some air." I was startled by the sound of my voice. It was so small and sorrowful I almost flinched when I heard it. My eyes dropped to the floor as I pulled my arms through my denim jacket.

"Well…I guess, that's a…umm…a good idea. Just…be careful."

"I'm…I'm sorry dad. I know…this, well I, haven't been…easy to deal with. I promise though, I will get…I will try and be better." I stammered, not lifting my eyes from the floor.

"Oh Bells…I know you will…you'll be fine."

I nodded in agreement and without another word, exited the house, softly pulling the door closed behind me. I stepped lightly across the grass, my eyes focused on its surprisingly green sprigs as I made my way to my truck. I had no idea where i was headed once I got inside, I only knew that I wanted to get as far away from the house as possible.

As it turns out, I didn't make it very far. I glanced out the window as I came upon the Newton's store. I was surprised to see that a small coffee shop had opened up next door. I didn't work there anymore, but I had driven past Newton's Olympic Outfitters everyday and had never noticed this new place. I shook my head, amazed by the depth of my unconsciousness. How many other changes had I failed to recognize?

Without thinking, I yanked the wheel to the right and turned into the small plaza. There were a few cars parked along the front of the shop as I ventured forward. The soft sound of silver chimes announced my arrival when I pushed through the stained-glass door.

"Hello. Welcome to Serenity Coffee House. Sit wherever you like and someone will be with you in a moment." A petite, blonde-haired girl called from behind a counter to the right. I smiled sheepishly and walked to one of the few unoccupied tables, tucked away in the back corner of the room.

I let my gaze wonder over the shop. It was a lot nicer than I expected it to be; very modern. It seemed a little out of place here in Forks, not unlike myself. The back wall was made up of four glass panels that didn't quite reach the ceiling. In front of these panels stood a thick-cushioned, red love-seat and matching chair atop a large, brightly colored rug. The tables were small and round, with chairs that had soft, multi-colored cushions. The lighting was minimal, which gave the room a soft, calming effect.

I turned to peer out of the small window beside my table. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I had found something new; a place that held no memories of the happiness I would never know again. There was nothing here to remind me of the life I had lost. I smiled quietly to myself as I realized that here, I could be safe from the pain that haunted me.

"Hello, and what can I get for you today?"

I froze; immediately snatched from my reverie by a soft, musical voice. Even now, months after hearing that beautiful sound, my heart felt as if it would burst through my chest. I tried to keep the blood from rushing to my face but failed. My fingers gripped the tables edge, desperately trying to regain the sanity that was slipping away so quickly.

"Are you OK?"

I cringed, but did not turn to him. How was this possible? What is he doing here? I felt the tears welling up inside me and forced them down. I breathed deeply several times, trying to give my lungs the air they so desperately needed. When my breathing had finally steadied, I turned, very slowly, to face my soul.

My eyes widened, shocked by the beauty that was so familiar, yet different. The skin was the same smooth, alabaster tone. His lips were full and in the exact spot I remembered. The beautiful, angular planes of his face were the same as those in my memory. The soft, bronze hair was as wild and untamed as it had always been. But his eyes...

"Are you alright?" He stepped closer, placing his cool, stone hand on my fingers, which were still gripping the edge of the table.

Immediately my heart resumed its hammering. The warming sensation of his cold hand that shot through my body was disarming. I squeezed back the tears that had almost broken through. Even his touch had an unchanged, yet new feeling to it. I slowly lifted my gaze to his face. He was staring at me, with that same curious gaze I had so often seen before. But the eyes...the eyes were not his own.

"Edward?" my voice was weak and unsure as I called to him. His brow furrowed briefly in confusion, then straightened into smooth stone as his lips pulled into my favorite crooked smile.

"No...it's Edison. Edison Masen."

And so the plot thickens, lol! Please Read and Review! I am going to try and make this my (the) best story, but i need your help. Please critique and let me know what can be done better! Be nice!

I know it may have started a little "dry", but hey, u gotta start somewhere!! i think i'm just anxious to get to the good part...lol, sorry.