A/N: hey, this is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it! This chapter is a bit on the short side but the next ones will be longer and have more content!!

Thanks for reading,

jelly x

Never Forgotten

Edward quickly dodged as I threw the plate at him - it smashed into a thousand sharp pieces against the wall, falling and scattering across the cold kitchen floor, I couldn't help but feel that the broken plate was like our relationship; soon there would be too many cracks to fix.

Panting heavily, I took in the mess of throwing a plate of half-eaten spaghetti at my husband. Somewhere, a weak voice - that I like to refer to as my conscience - told me I'd have a lot to clean up tomorrow. The sparsely furnished little room was now decorated in flicks of red sauce - myself being no exception - as my eyes met the reflection of a wild women, who gazed back in the window above the sink. Her black evening gown was ripped from the strain of another argument, and the brown curly hair that I shared with this stranger was sticking to her tear-stained cheeks. I ripped my gaze away from the window and turned back to where he stood, pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

His green eyes bored into mine; I felt the full force of his shock at my anger but I was beyond control. I grabbed the empty wine glass.

'Get out. Get away from me Edward, and don't come back, I don't want to see your pathetic face again. Stop trying to reason with me. I'm not going to move and it makes me sick to the core to think that you'd even suggest that.' His flawless features crumpled in pain. I almost stopped shouting, but I remembered her face and the desperation stole the wine glass from my hands. It flew just right of his head.

'I SAID. GET. OUT!'

His body stayed frozen like a stone statue, a mixture of anger and hurt kept his feet from leaving the room. Why wasn't he leaving? My exhausted mind couldn't understand what Edward was doing, it was like he had locked down, like he was an empty shell. Surely if he meant what he said he would be gone, out of this rented house in a heartbeat. If he meant it, he would be back in Forks, pretending like nothing happened, that the past 10 years were just a nightmare. But he wasn't, he was leaning against the wall, his body lifeless, his once smiling face a shell. My sudden fit of anger ebbed, replaced by concern and panic.

'Tell me what you're thinking,' I whispered his usual line urgently, Edwards distant eyes flashed to mine, although there was no emotion; only recognition. Hesitating, I crossed the room - too numb to notice the pain of broken glass on my bare feet - and grabbed his pale hands, a fresh river of tears streamed down my face.

'Please.' My voice cracked. A single tear found its way down his cheek to the corner of his pressed lips. I kissed it away quickly, but the gesture was awkward and unsure, it felt wrong.

My eyes darted away from him, searching the room for a distraction; and found one in the wild woman, the dark outside reflecting her like a perfect mirror from the grimy window. As I looked, I realised the wild women had been replaced, with someone else. She was small, scared and tired. Her figure was too thin, and fragile, her cheeks shallow. The darting eyes had been replaced with a lifeless brown, but when I looked past this new stranger in the window, I saw her grasping Edwards hands. Stupidly, I realised who she was, and the change made me feel nauseous.

Suddenly, everything became too much. My pale hands dug into Edwards as my knees buckled. The yellow room blurred in my vision, exhaustion and alcohol taking its toll. Dinner gave up on my inhospitable stomach and found its way on the floor to mix it's way in the shards of cheap, broken tableware. Next, my head followed suit of body parts to give up on working without sleep and food, as I drowned in the pure ease of blackness.