Don't Think, Just Do
Edward Cullen & Bella Swan had been together since they met in high school.
Three years later, Edward is about to follow his dream of being a surgeon alongside his father, Carlisle.
One problem is that Edward needs to move to California, will Bella be able to go with him when a career oppourtunity of a lifetime comes up?
The story is set a year after Bella & Edward make their decision. It includes flashbacks (shown in italics) of the day they broke up.
They try to piece together their now empty lives and re-evaluate the state of their relationship with help from friends & family.
~ ~ ~ This story was inspired by something that happened in my life 4 years ago and also the song 'You could be happy' by Snow Patrol ~ ~ ~
All Human & Usual Parings (A/J, E/R, C/E)
I rated it mature because i plan for it to get smutty as the chapters go on, also includes bad language etc...You know, the usual ;)
POV's switch between Bella & Edward.
There's no Jacob in this one sorry! Not because i dislike the character (i don't) i just never had a place in the story for him.
Disclaimer : I sadly, do not own Twilight or the characters.
Chapter One: Memories
(Bella POV)
What were you thinking?
Why did you do that?
What will you do now?
I raised my shaking hands to grasp fistfuls of hair, I felt like pulling the strands straight from the roots. Thoughts flooded my head and I just wanted them to leave, let me drown in peace.
How could a person who is usually so reasonable, so smart, make such poor decisions?
In a way, I thought I was being unselfish. In reality, I was breaking the heart of the one and only person I have ever truly loved, and who loved me in return.
I clenched my damp eyes shut and let my still shaking hands fall to my side; digging my nails into the wood over & over, making faint scratch marks.
Eventually, all thoughts disappeared, all feelings melted away and I stopped crying.
I took three sharp, deep breaths, Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Hours felt like minutes.
How long had I been here? It was getting darker; I was sitting opposite a graveyard, alone, in the creeping darkness…great.
I felt a vibration in my jacket pocket, I took the cell phone out and looked at the cracked screen; Charlie.
With as much enthusiasm as I could muster, I pressed the flashing green 'answer' button.
"Dad?" I said in a whisper.
"Bells where are you? It's getting late I was worried when you weren't here when I got home."
"Um, I- I-I'm near the graveyard dad, don't worry I'll drive home soon."
I heard Charlie sigh on the other end of the line,
"I don't like the thought of you being out there alone. Please ring me if you want me to come get you. Look…I, Um, I'm really sorry I…I don't know what to do here Bells."
"You don't have to do anything, I'm fine."
As the word 'fine' came off my lips I broke down.
My chest felt like it was being ripped apart, a heavy stream of tears cascaded down my cheeks and a loud, angry sob let itself out.
I dropped the phone and clasped both of my hands around my throat, trying to stop the strange noises I was making.
A faint rumble of thunder echoed in the distance and tiny droplets of rain began to fall onto my head.
I could hear Charlie shouting desperately through the receiver, but just concentrated on getting my breathing back to a steady pace.
I dropped my hands and brought my head down in-between my knees. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
(Edward POV)
I had been driving for a good 20 minutes before it hit me.
My hands grasped the leather of the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white.
Tears began to form in my tired eyes. I pinched the arch of my nose between my fingers.
Heavy rain battered my windshield, compromising my already blurred vision. Maybe it was about time I pulled over.
I put the car in neutral once I had found a lay-by to stop in.
A crash of thunder boomed in the darkness outside.
The events of the last three hours had confused, hurt and broken me. I was empty.
The tears came fast now, silent, but with each blink a new stream fell down my cheeks.
I fumbled around my jacket pocket for my phone. Who do I call?
When I very rarely felt down the first person I called would be her.
Not anymore. Not after I left like that. Not ever again.
I flicked through my contacts and pressed 'dial'.
"Edward?"
"I need you to come get me"
"Edward, what's wrong? Where are you?"
I took a deep breath, praying she would just do as she was told for once in her life. "I'm in my car opposite Port Angeles filling station, just come get me please. I'll explain when I see you."
"But Edward I---"
"ALICE, PLEASE."
"OK! OK! Jeez…"
I hung up and threw the phone into the back seat.
I slammed my head forward into my lap and put my hands behind my neck.
Brace positions please, we appear to be crashing.
~TotallyDazzled 2009~