Here it is. It's really short, but it's how I'd imagine Bella feeling if Edward never came back in New Moon. Kinda negative and sad, but…
Sometimes, the world is gone. Invisible. Maybe it's because I'm alone, but perhaps something more. I'd like to think it's just my demented mind whispering lies to my heart, but then I remember: My heart was broken years ago, with no chance of being repaired. I imagine fairy- tale endings or a change in the script, just because my mind works as my heart anymore. Sometimes, my fantasies lead to a turn for the better… or for the worst possible outcome, the very most disturbing ending out there. But, hey, giving up is not an option. (In reality, at the very least). After all, when it's all been said and done, what more can we ask of the world… of God? Maybe another drink, sure, or a little extra cash in your pocket. But I've never heard anyone praying for a perfect vampire boyfriend. But… oh yeah, because a perfect vampire boyfriend would not be a fairy tale ending. It'd be a miracle. Too bad those don't exist.