Prologue
Bella's POV:
"I'm sorry, Bella." Edward smiles sadly at me.
"No! No, Edward! Please, don't do this!" I scream, realization at what he's saying feeling like fire in my veins. He doesn't listen, just runs off without another word. "Edward!" I yell, crying pitifully. I push through the undergrowth, not really believing that this has just happened.
"Oh God oh God oh God no," I cry out every few minutes. After what is probably hours, I push through the branches and leaves of two weeping willows. The only weeping willows in the area. It's our meadow. As I push through the willows, I see Edward. And he is…walking? Laughing? And holding hands…with…Jessica?
My blood turns to ice. That's funny. I never thought if that ever happened, my blood would actually feel like it turned to ice. I'm suddenly freezing cold, even though it's abnormally warm for Forks.
"Edward?" I whisper. He turns in my direction. When he sees me, he smiles, as if we are just…friends? No, mere acquaintances-who don't mean a thing to each other. When he smiles that smile, he finishes off what's left of my heart. Of my hope. Or, so I think. What really finishes it is what he does next.
He kisses her. He takes her face in his hands, and kisses her. That does it.
My heart feels like it is ripped out of my chest, and I have a sudden noticeable lack of breath. I gasp, struggling for air. A team of cleat-wearing soccer players, and skate-wearing hockey players decide it would be fun to stomp on my heart.
Without knowing what I am doing, I (try to) take a deep breath, open my mouth, and scream.