Dead Thoughts
Notes: Alright. I was reading New Moon for the third time and I thought about how Edward was feeling when he thought Bella had died. So, I decided to write about it. It's really hard to get into Edwards's head though… I don't own New Moon or any other of Stephenie Meyer's books. Second, this is a one-shot.
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He's not here. He's at the funeral.
These words echoed in my head, over and over, deepening the new hole in my heart. Rosalie was right. Bella killed herself, she died…
I wanted to cry, cry for Bella, cry for what I left her to do. But, I could not. No tears could come to my deep, golden eyes. I could not shed a tear for her.
Why? Why would she jump? Why would she kill herself? Was this my fault? Was it I, who left her, that caused this? Is this truly because of my leaving her…?
It was my fault. I left her, thinking her life would be normal without me. I thought she might go with someone else; I didn't even care if it was Mike Newton. I thought she'd forget all about me…
I was wrong. All wrong.
Bella killed herself. Was it because she couldn't live without me? Or was it something else? I don't know. All I know is she's dead. Never to smile at me again, never for her heart to beat….
The Volturi… You don't irritate them. Not unless you want to die.
That's it. I would go to Italy. I would go to Volterra and try to get them to kill me. No matter what it takes. I want to be with her, I can't live without Bella.
More or less, I knew she couldn't live without me either. I'll join her in death. It doesn't matter if Carlisle is right or wrong about us having a soul. I'll join Bella no matter what. I will be with her.
Forever…
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Eh, another short one. Oh well. Please comment and review!!