Author's Note: Okay, I actually wrote it. Though I am not in the least bit a Twilight fan, I decided to write this fanfic. I hope you like it. Sorry about the length, they'll get longer later, I promise.

"Hello," he breathed heavily into the phone, a bit irked at the interruption. Then his face sank. "He's not here," he said after a couple of seconds. "He's at the funeral."

Suddenly, I said: "Who is it Jake?" I said it somewhat too loudly, but I was burning with intense curiosity. Could it be? I haven't spoken to him in months. Why would he call now? And why would he not ask for me?

"Yeah," Jacob said quietly, his eyes burning holes into mine. "It's her."

"Jake, who is it?" He wouldn't comply, and he slowly moved the phone up out of my reach. I felt a rush of anger. "Give me the phone!" I shouted, snapping it out of his hands. Before he could protest I pressed the device against my ear and said: "Hello? Hello? Who's there? It's me, Bella. Hello."

No answer. I couldn't even hear breathing on the other side of the line. It must be him, I thought. Who else doesn't need to breathe? Suddenly, I heard the dial tone and my heart sank.

He hung up on me. I hadn't even had a chance to hear his voice, just one last time; his real voice this time. That voice that nearly drove me to my death; the voice I needed to hear in order to just make it through one more day… was gone. This time, it was for good.

Jacob was talking to me, but I was barely listening. Instead, I felt the World come crashing down around me. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Bells," he said. "You okay?"

"Fine," I lied. "Tell Alice that I'm sorry, but I can't come down and say goodbye right now." The thought of even glancing at someone who held such a strong connection to… him… It was unbearable.

"Are you sick?" Jacob asked. His voice had a sharp edge to it that I have come to associate with worry. Maybe he could see how pale I was, more so than usual.

"Just a really bad headache," I said… and heartache. No, it was more than an ache. It felt like my heart had snapped in two. Tears threatened to burst from my eyes, but I couldn't cry in front of Jacob. So I just said: "See you in the morning."

"You sure you're okay?" I nodded slightly. I could still see he was worried about me. Maybe this phone call had been too much for me? After all, earlier that day I had jumped off a cliff. He was probably afraid that I would try to do something reckless again.

"You can stay until Charlie gets back," I offered him. "But I just really need to be alone right now." He nodded and walked out the kitchen door. As soon as he was gone I dashed up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut. With my back against the door, tears started to stream from my eyes. I slowly slid down the door, sobbing. When I reached the floor, I wrapped my arms around my knees and watched the World sway before me.

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So, what do you think? Now that Edward is gone for good, what will happen with Bella? Will she be even more reckless, or will she finally change? Will she ever be the same again? Can she ever find love in the arms of another? Find out.

Next Chapter: Bella awakens to her new life without Edward, and without jumping off of anymore cliffs. How can she function without hearing the sound of her true love's voice? And will Jacob try and make a move again, and will he be successful?