I pull my legs closer to my chest, trying to forget. But the truth was that I didn't
want to forget. I didn't want to forget how every time she smiled it sent my dead
heart beating. I didn't want to forget how warm her skin felt under my touch. I
didn't want to forget how much I had loved her.
Saying that I loved Bella was like saying an ocean was a puddle. There weren't
words that could describe how I longed for her; longed to go back and kiss her
again.
NO, I told myself, you can't ever do that.
I kept seeing the look on her face when I had lied, when I had said I didn't want
her. How could she believe me? How many times have I told her that I loved
her?
I knew I was being pathetic, yet I couldn't help it. Bella was my life. It felt like I
had left myself with her. I hadn't hunted in weeks and I was exhausted. I hadn't
left my room since we arrived in Denali.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. My dead heart burst open with a pang
of sadness and I broke down in tearless sobs. I wanted to die. I couldn't live
without her. I heard Alice break down my door and rush to my side. She put her
arm on my shoulder and muttered "We have to go back."
If I could have I would have refused, but all I could do was nod and know that
soon I would be with my Bella again.