Who Are You?
What if Edward couldn't stay away in New Moon? What if he went back? What if the Bella he found wasn't the Bella he had left behind?
EPOV
There are times in our existences, when we may ask ourselves why it is that we were put on this earth. And if you think about those reasons hard enough, you may see no sense to them at all. It is at these times, when we feel the most insignificant, the most unimportant, that we can turn to others for advice and input to why they feel we should live at all. And when the advice helps, we often notice later that it wasn't the advice at all the made sense to us, it was the person who said it. So what do you do when that person is gone?
There was one word I believed could appropriately be compared to such loneliness of that which existed: Pain. But even that word couldn't quite equal the same. No, maybe pain was too much of a simple word, too two-dimensional. Maybe the better word would be agony. Yes, that was it, it was pure agony. That was the feeling.
Or maybe it was just the fact that I didn't know anything. The fact that I had no idea how she was, what she was doing. That made sense, I wanted to know. I wouldn't admit it, no never, but it was true. I wanted - no - I needed to know.
But I wasn't weak enough to call; I wasn't weak enough to visit. I said I wouldn't, I owed her that much, didn't I? Yes, I needed to believe that, I couldn't succumb to that level of inability to give her at least one thing.
But no matter what I tried to do, no matter how I tried to think that what I was doing was right, I just couldn't get the pain to leave.
Oh I missed her so badly. I missed those brown eyes, the blush on her cheeks, her smile…..
I wanted to see her, my Bella.
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