Ok, I do not own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does. And by the way... I know. Twilight. But please don't judge, just read and see what you think, please?
Maybe I should start there. With those words... That moment in time. The second that everything froze.
He said it. Edward. That boy that I loved so much, that I thought loved me too. He said I wasn't good enough for him anymore.
At first I couldn't stand it. The pain that ran through my veins. The emptiness.
But eventually... Time goes on. Eventually the moment unfreezes, and your senses come alive.
My reconing, the second that my mind lit on fire with questions, need, curiosity, pain, and yes, a little rage, was two months after Edward left.
I was walking in my room and my toe snagged on a floorboard and pulled it loose.
"Dammit" I spat as I cradled my throbbing ankle. My eyes glanced on the loose wood and I pulled it up to reposition it. I knelt on my knees and tried to fit the edges back in when something in the shadows beneath the floor shifted slightly. My breath caught in my throat. Inside the space was... Everything. The CD he made for me for my birthday, the photos I took... Everything.
I took out the pictures. He was there, perfect. The photo captured the details my mind had let fade. The outline of his jaw, the rich honey color of his eyes...
Suddenly there was a rushing sound as my ears took in sound again, my skin prickled with the cool evening breeze, my nose could almost smell the scent of him on the things he had hidden from me. Wait... My nose COULD smell them. I held the photograph close to me and inhaled, letting the aroma waft around me, making me long for him again.
My mind whirred. Why had he left these here? What had made him change so suddenly? Why was the incident with Jasper different than with James? How could his love for me just vanish from that?
Unless... Unless he still loved me, or even just felt guilty about my near death experiences. If that was the case, then didn't I deserve to know where he was and why he left?
I felt a small emotion flutter in my chest. Hope. Hope of finding the answers to my questions, the solution to the unsolvable, or at least I had thought, equation.
I ran through the scenarios in my head. One, he didn't love me anymore and was disenchanted by the fact that I was a human, so therefore I could approach him, or any other vampire for that matter, and demand he change me into a vampire. What would he have to lose if he didn't care for me? I could travel the world as I pleased, and yes, maybe convince him that I had changed. The other scenario I could think of was this: He loved me. He wanted to ensure my safety, and thought that by leaving me that he was protecting me and my soul from destruction. If that was the case, I wanted to find out the mystery of how everything could change.
That moment, my time of realization, it changed me forever. I was completely different. My personality was serious, calculating, and determined rather than empty and void as I once had been. I even smiled more. My entire world shifted view, I wasn't a skulking teenager, I was a hard driven woman.
Now all that was left was to find him.