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I apologise for this author's note… I'm a new writer and would really appreciate any feedback. Thank you and happy reading!

A dream world. Although this dream was more of a nightmare. That's what this place was, since his departure – a nightmare. Nothing ever seemed to happen anymore; nothing affected me, nothing made me happy, nothing made me sad.

Nothing.

That's me. And that's why he left me – because I'm nothing to him. I'm worthless. I'm plain, boring and a waste of space. He finally realised that I'm nothing in comparison to his godliness.

Nothing.

That's what I feel right now. I've been living a life of a zombie. I don't remember the last time I smiled or laughed, a smile that reached my eyes; a laugh that made my stomach hurt from the intensity of the joy.

Charlie didn't understand. Nobody did. I had scared my parents away with my screaming fit a few weeks after he left. I didn't want to – couldn't have – left the one place that helped me remember, or at least relive, my moments with him, however shortened they were.

I needed him - more than food or water or sleep. He was my oxygen. He had once referred to me as his heroin, and I had laughed it off. But now I understood. I was going through withdrawal.

The crushing, ragged hole that seemed to have ripped out my insides still lingered, although I had learnt to control it. Wrapping my arms around my middle seemed to help me keep myself together, although that was fast becoming a thing of the past. I hadn't cried since he left. No movie, no book, no heart-wrenching true-life story made me even shed a tear.

Stop, Bella. Stop. I felt my arms automatically cling to my waist, preventing the wave of emotion I had felt be released. I couldn't let it go. I couldn't do that to Charlie, to Renee… to him.

The phone rang.

I walked, almost floating, to pick it up, my pain momentarily subsiding. Jacob? That name sounded familiar… from my happier times. Later today? I certainly didn't have anything to do. Sure, that sounds… nice. Five o'clock? Charlie knows, too? Okay. I won't have to cook. See you then.

I glanced at the clock. I read 4.30. I should get moving.

So, I had something to do. Something to keep me from thinking about – I heard a sharp intake of breath and realised it was that of my own.

My truck trundled along, and I begun to get impatient. I was still on vampire territory. Their territory. I couldn't bring myself to think of each one of their painfully beautiful faces. Before I knew it, my foot was off the gas pedal and I had swerved over to the hard shoulder.

I had expected myself to start sobbing uncontrollably. That was what I generally had stopped for, before –

No. Knowing I was in no state to drive, I decided to focus acutely to my surroundings, the overly green forests of Forks. My eyes gazed lazily around, not picking up anything strange, except…

A flash of white. It travelled extremely fast, so fast that I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't been accustomed to the great speed of vampires.

But that wasn't all I saw.

I also got a distinct glimpse of – I had to take a deep breath–

Bronze.