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Warning: Contains Spoilers!
A/N: This is set in New Moon, when Edward finds out about Alice's vision. Edward's POV.
It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Surely Rosalie had heard Alice wrong. She wouldn't kill herself; she couldn't. Not her, not my Bella.
I pulled out my cell phone and quickly dialed a familiar phone number, one I vowed to never call again.
"Swan residence," a low, vaguely familiar voice answered.
"May I please speak with Charlie?" I asked as calmly and controlled as I could manage.
The voice turned suddenly hostile as he said, "He's not here."
"Where is he?" I was growing more impatient. I needed to hear from Charlie that Bella was okay. Of course I couldn't speak with Bella herself. That would make this transition of being apart that much more difficult. Speaking with Charlie, though, that might be okay.
"He's at the funeral." The words had barely been uttered, and I had closed my phone and fallen to my knees.
I was in a complete state of shock. I couldn't move. My breathing was labored; my eyes were unfocused. My shoulders were slumped, arms hanging limply at my sides. My world was spinning out of control.
Rosalie had been right. Bella... my Bella... my love... my life... was... gone.
The aching sensation I had felt since the moment I left her, the moment I committed the deepest darkest blasphemy I could imagine, consumed me. I was breathing in ragged, uneven gasps. I began to panic. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. That only worsened it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Before, the images were happy pleasant ones from our happy times together. Now, all I could see was Bella, still and white, never to blush scarlet again, never to call me on my pretenses again, laid in a coffin. I couldn't bear it! would give anything, do anything to have her alive. I would give my whole self to keep her here. Yet, I feared I was the reason she was gone. Why had I let this happen to her?
Less than 10 seconds had passed. I knew what I had to do. I stood up, threw my cell phone in the nearest garbage can, and began to run. I had to go to Volterra. I had to see the Volturi. I had to follow her. I couldn't live in a world where she didn't exist.
I pushed myself, going faster and faster, not caring who saw my inhuman speed. I had to get to Volterra. I had to get there as soon as I could. Every moment in this world without Bella was sheer agony. It felt as if there was a huge, gaping hole in my chest. With every passing second, it ripped wider open, exposing my cold, unbeating heart.
