No money has been or will be made for the writing of this story. It's all for the fun of releasing plot bunnies! I do not own characters, plots, or situations from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight novels. But I do own this story, my plot, and my ideas :).
Summary: After being abandoned within it's depths, there was an urge, an incessant desire to return to the forest. New Moon, Mature. This is a Bella-centric story with a big twist.
I've wanted to write this story since the first semester of my last year at university. At that point, I tried publishing it as Magical Memory. I got stuck, a permanent writers block that I couldn't get out of. After years of figuring out the writing style I need to approach this, I've finally got the first set of chapters written.
This will be a long story, but in a series of short vignettes that all tie together fairly seamlessly. I hope you enjoy it!
Mind Games
It was a tricky feeling, being in love with someone who had to lie their way out of a future with you. Having this surety, certainty, that you'd be together forever. Being so confident that, even as teenagers, you'd found the one only to be let down.
And Edward Cullen wasn't just the one. He was an escape to the fantasy of the /not mundane/. He was a light, a guide, and a bit of a savior. He changed her life and everything she'd ever believed in.
It was a future she'd been waiting for, without even knowing it.
Getting herself lost in the forest was done without rhyme or reason. Walking into the dark lushness wasn't for the selfish hope to find him and ask his forgiveness. There was no goal in mind. In fact, Bella's mind left when he did. Her feet became tangled in roots, her knees and arms scratched by branches and brush, until she collapsed beside a broken Douglas fir.
This wouldn't be the last time she'd pass out in the woods behind her house, partway to the Quileute lands.
Bella's mind left, and didn't come back for quite a while.