BPOV
November-
I road on, trying hard to not look behind me; I watched from the window as the rest of the cars ambled on, still jumping everything I was a black Chevy pass, the realization sinks in, he wasn't coming back, he was dead. Memories of that last night came flooding back.
June-
Our high was contagious, Alice and I were on top of the world, we had just come back from a dance trip, blasting music and dancing in my little red Camry. I drove her home, it seemed like forever since I had seen him, though it was just last week he left to check out Stanford and I went off to dance. Last night I was on the phone with him just before he boarded his plane, he had tonight all mapped out, though he wouldn't tell me what were going to do.
I pulled down the street and saw his truck gleaming, clean of coarse, he wouldn't settle for anything less.
"I will saw goodbye now," said Alice, "I know as soon as he sees you I won't see you the rest of the night."
I pulled into the driveway, but it wasn't Edward waiting to pull me into a suffocating hug, instead, it was Esme, puffy and teary eyed.
"Alice….Bella…," She looked at each of us, " Edward passed away…"
I didn't hear anything else, I fell back against his slick Chevy and pulled his sweatshirt I had been wearing tighter about my frame. I felt cold, the warmth drained from my face, the gaiety from minutes before… evaporated. I yanked on his trucks door and dragged myself up onto the seats. At some point that night Alice came and set with me, I'm not sure how long a laid their for.
November-
Esme had taken and combined all his sweatshirts into one large blanket as a belated graduation gift; it now rode in the back of my car with the rest of my belongings I am bringing back to UCR with me. Thanksgiving break over, Alice and I were headed back to school for a finals before winter break.
"You're doing it again." Said Alice as she glanced over at me from the wheel.
"Hm." was my reply.
"Thinking of him, your eyes start to brim every time."
"I think I'm going to transfer to UCSB, I'm to close to home at UCR, I need to get away."
"I will miss you."
"I will miss you too, but I will write, and it isn't that far. I think I just need to start fresh, when I came to UCR I was, well I still am constantly with him."
"I understand, he was my brother, but then again, I think you had a deeper connection. I mean my brothers gone, but you, you still seem to be missing part of your self."
I just looked at her, that's how I felt, as If half of myself had been torn away, without a chance to even say goodbye.