A/N- i'm brand new here on fanfic, this is my first one. it's not so great, but reviews could help me get better at this:D the next chapter should be on tonight, but I've still got to finish typing it.
I don't own any of these characters, or this story.
I sat curled in pain as I dwelled on what was left of my now pointless life. I'd followed Victoria for months now, but now she had all but disappeared. I had followed her up through the north and down the Texas. I was sure that she'd be down in South America, but her scent was completely gone from the trail that had led me here had faded away like smoke blown by a breeze. Had the whole thing been a trick? Had she seen me or caught on to me tracking her?
The thing that bothered me most is that I had never gotten close enough to her to figure out what had been going through her mind. I still didn't know if she was aiming for Bel-her. No, I wasn't going to continue torturing myself with her name. What if Victoria was still a threat to her? I wasn't going to let Victoria escape from me without knowing her plans, yet I wasn't strong enough to get up and try to find her again.
I looked down at the small green cap in hand. It was worn and the small indents around the inside had nearly evened out from the many times my fingers had ran across the space as I thought of her smell and how much I missed the earlier days when love overtook all my rational thoughts. I quickly closed my fingers over the cap as the sight of it just brought more pain.
I took an unnecessary breath to calm myself, although it didn't help. The result of my weak attempts to silence the pain brought the painful slide show of the worst moments of my life back in front of my eyes. Last September, when Jasper had helped me make the worst decision of my life, nearly killing . . . her. The days later when she swallowed my lies so easily that it hurt, hurt so bad it was hard to keep it in. The weeks that had passed like mere seconds as I wallowed in pain. The misery I had afflicted upon my family. The pain my family had felt when I left them. And as far as Alice knew, I wasn't coming back. Ever.
The last image was the worst. Her face. It stayed there, burning into my memory. The scent, her eyes, her voice saying my name. I knew my memory was perfect, but it could never capture her perfect beauty. Maybe the back of my mind suggested maybe I could just go back and see if she's happy. Just check and make sure she's safe . . . I frowned. I knew this wasn't possible. I couldn't do that. I had promised I would stay out of her life and I would. It would be the one promise I would keep her.
A shrill ring broke through my concentration on my pain. I didn't remember having my cell phone with me, but then again, ever since I'd left her I didn't remember much anymore. It was Emmett. I'd ignored him this long, I at least owed him a good-bye. I sighed as I lifted the phone to my ear with exaggerated slowness. "Hello?" I barely recognized me voice. It was more scratchy and low then usual. I hadn't spoke in so long.
"Oh Edward," the voice of Rosalie caught me off guard. "I'm so sorry."