Bella:
I slipped through the days easily. Nothing would distract me now. Not the petty gossips that swarmed around the town, not school or Charlie. Not even…him. It was too short and too long ago that he left. It was too painful to remember anything about him. And yet, each day a memory resurfaced. It tore me apart like a knife slashing through me; it made a hideous gash that I knew could not be healed until he was present. But I knew that couldn't happen. He didn't want me anymore. He had said so. And so I left all present behind. I now lived in the past, where I was most happy.
Each night the nightmare will resurface. And each night I will cry to myself on the hard wooden floor. Because of Edward Cullen.
Edward:
If I could cry, I would. My existence is meaningless without her. She was my life, my soul if I ever had one. How could I hurt her like this? How could I cause an angel such pain?
And now she was gone. Forever. I would never see her again. I would never hold her in my arms and watch her sleep. I would never feel the pulse on her neck as I kissed her, hear her quiet breathing. I would never hear her love for me when she was most peaceful. All these things were torn from me in an instant. All because of me.
I can feel the darkness creeping in on me. The past six months meant nothing. There was nothing to do anymore. My mind was blank until one word ran through my head: Bella. And then: Italy.
