A/N: Hey guys I just wanted to write a fanfic about what might have happened if Edward had been the one to save Bella in New Moon.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight related...tear

I Never Should Have Left

The current won at that moment, shoving me abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. The iron bar seemed to be dragging me, pulling me away from Edward, deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.

Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought.

Yes. I thought as I heard his velvety voice, flaked with worry. His voice was more real than ever.

Soon, I was out of the water that had been engulfing me mere seconds before. My eyes were burning so badly that there was no way to tell who my rescuer was. Suddenly, I felt an ice-cold, rock-hard hand hitting my back, and water was streaming through my nose and mouth. Then it happened. I heard his voice, "Breathe, Bella, please!" It was so clear…so real. It was his, it was his voice, velvety as ever, but tainted with worry. This couldn't be my imagination, it just couldn't. I was rubbing my eyes frantically trying to regain my vision so I could see his face once more, but I couldn't; black spots were obscuring my vision and I couldn't help but be pulled into blackness. But right before I succumbed to the darkness I got out one word in a hoarse, tired voice-

"Edward"

A/N: This is more of a prologue than anything, so just tell me if you want me to continue it.