Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I don't own any of any of the original Twilight characters, they are Stephenie Meyer's creation.
I reached my hand out and felt nothing but the cold. I sat up in my bed instantly and hurriedly scanned my room. My gaze reached the window when I heard a faint chuckle from the other side of my room, by the door. It was my love. He had a faint smile playing on his lips. "Morning sleeping beauty." His sweet voice murmured as he tip-toed back into bed.I wondered why he was whispering until I remembered Charlie was home. He leaned in and kissed my lips just for a second. When he parted ways with me I pouted at the loss of contact. His fingers traced my lips, enjoying the look. He joined me on the bed and we started planning our Saturday together. There was a loud, annoying tap at my window. Distracted, I looked, but no one was there so I carried on my discussion with Emmett who seemed none the wiser. There was another tap at my window, I looked towards the window again. I got up and silently strolled over to my window and looked out of it. Of course it was raining ever so slightly and the sky was overcast. I looked down at my front lawn and suddenly wished I hadn't. My breathing hitched and a small sob was released from my throat causing Emmett to run over to me and pull me into a fierce hug while whispering in my ear, "It'll be okay babe, he'll stop soon." At this point I was silently praying to God that he would. All I wanted was to move on with my life, why couldn't he let me? I gave him everything, and what did he give me in return? Nothing. He left me, so why was he here now? He wasn't the one who cried himself to sleep for three months wondering what went wrong and why he was alone? No, that was me