Edward lifted her springy mattress with his index finger and placed the small scrap of paper bearing the words she would never read. As he gently layed it back down again Edward hoped that, should she ever find it, she would know it was him.
For the first time, since Emmet had successfully stood on his chest during a wrestling match, Edward felt physical pain exactly where his heart lay motionless. His redundant tear ducts burned uncomfortably and he brushed his hand, so lightly that the bedding wasn't disturbed, over where she slept everynight. He wasn't strong enough to keep stalking this girl and not hurt her as her relationship with the Quileute boy got stronger.
Edward would end up making the biggest mistake of his life at the hands of his mind's newest acquaintance, jealousy, if he stayed in Forks. Over time, vast mountains of books and movies have attempted to prepare the unsuspecting victims of this monopolising emotion, to no avail.
All these books, movies and songs lay somewhere in his room mocking him. He had listened to them thousands of times in the past century, each generation exsasparating him more. He always thought of jealousy as a weak emotion, having watched it spread across Rosalie's face and mind everytime Emmett so much as looked at another girl. He always thought this was enough proof that it couldn't be as strong as the fragile humans and Rosalie made it out to be. What he now realised was that jealousy creates weakness. Anybody can feel it and with it comes a lack of control.
This was precisely the reason he should stop his ridiculous infactuation and leave Forks immediately. He would move to Alaska and live with the only other family, that he knows of, that live similarly to his. There would be plenty of mountain lions and grizzly bears, at a much closer range, to play with to his hearts content. And no more of her Quileute friend.
The trigger of his weakness. The one who could gently hit her arm when he was teasing her without so much as realising it. The one who could ruffle her hair and not have to lock his jaw for a few minutes to regain self-control at her scent. In fact he probably couldn't even smell it.
It was this that made Edward slightly pity the young boy from La Push. He could not enjoy the mouthwatering aroma that rested on her hair and skin. The floral scent that she unwittingly endangered her life with by shifting her hair infront of her face or flicking it behind her shoulder with a toss of her head.
Edward gulped back the venom that had made it's appearance in his mouth at the thought of her delicious aroma and beautiful face to match. Chocolate brown eyes, mahogony hair, the fairest of skin to say she spent so long in Pheonix with the burning red appearing as soon as any attention was drawn to her at all. He chuckled at the memory of her noticing him glaring at her in biology. Tomatoes would be jealous of the scarlet tone her skin took on in that moment. With a gasp as he remembered how much better she smelt when she blushed and how it felt for him to be sat next to her that day he suddenly felt ashamed of the humour he had found in that time of his long life, which was only just starting to mean something to him.
The time had come. He had to leave now or forever wish he had. He would never be in that close a proximity with her again and that is exactly what she needs. He slowly turned towards the window he had used as an entrance. He appraoched it and swung out. He held onto the bottom edge of it and took one last look at her completely normal room, aside form the fact that it held a piece of paper bearing the words:
'I'll Miss You.'
Written by a vampire that was so completely obsessed with her it was better she never see him again.