Someone Like You

(Previously known as You're My Eternity)

Chapter One: Retrieval

Disclaimer : I do not own anything. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer with the exception of Keith.

Hello everybody. Those of you who has previously read this fanfiction, you would remember (or maybe you won't considering my last update was sometime in September or something last year. Quite a long time, I'm aware and I'm sincerely sorry. I couldn't seem to get an inspiration to continue.) that I had made many mistakes writing it. So therefore, I figured that since I'm stuck in the story I might as well make some corrections on things that sound a bit off.

So while I was sitting on my computer desk the other night, I was rereading this and trying to fix whatever mistakes.

And I'm happy to say that while I was editing, I've created this new spark to write the story. Oh, and Keith was invented. He is an OC (what the freak does that stand for anyway?) and I own him. He will show up in future chapters that normally wouldn't include him. I'm just spicing up the story.

Enjoy.

"You're not good for me, Bella." How well I knew I wasn't good enough for him...

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered.

"And I'll make you a promise in return," he said. "I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without anymore interference from me. It would be as if I'd never existed."

"...a clean break would be better for you."

"Goodbye, Bella,"

Again and again those words echoed in my mind until it became barely a whisper. Each time I heard it, the meaning seemed to sink in. I lay awake on my bed, thinking of my memories with him. There were just too many, I couldn't relive them all – even in my mind. Not that attempting to relive it was having the desired effects – no, they seem so unreal now, even to me. As if I had imagined it all. And why not? As far as I know, there wasn't a single person that had known Edward was a vampire – if he was even that, or maybe just a figment of my imagination. I couldn't confirm with anyone.

I rolled over, feeling the bed beneath me. My bed. It reminded me too much of his absence. I was too weak, I knew, to get over it. Renee had always told me I was strong – how wrong she was. A guy leaves me and I'm a pathetic mess. What's more is some part of me – a fairly large part – still believes that he'll come back. Hadn't they always said, "If you love, let it go. If it was meant to be, it'll come back to you." Wasn't that what we were? Few weeks ago, I hadn't a doubt in my mind that we belonged together. Me and him. Him and me. So, if we were meant to be, then where the hell was he now?

Oh, but, definitely he was right on one part. Physically, it was like he never existed – taking away everything that he had any sort of connection with. But it was never the same. I feel as if I've been wandering along in this world with nothing to live for, to die for. I've been searching, without knowing it. Searching for the one person that I couldn't live without. And when I finally found it, a reason to live, to breathe, and to smile – it was sudden all yanked away, without even a moment's hesitation.

I rolled over to the side and glanced at the clock. 3:50 AM. I couldn't sleep. I didn't wantto sleep. If I did, I would dream of things I don't want to see.

I laughed bitterly to myself; he even occupied the unconscious part of my mind.

I was tired. So tired that on any normal day, I could sleep until the sun went down. But this wasn't a normal day – it hasn't been a normal day since he left. It was like my eyes were begging me to just close them for a while, but my brain just keeps yelling, "NO! NO! NO! NO!" I wished that I was sleeping though. So maybe, when I wake up in the morning, I could feel Edward's arms around me, the cold touch of his skin, my favorite crooked smile and especially the look of love surrounding his butterscotch eyes. I wished this was just a bad dream I could wake up from. And surprisingly, this does feel like a dream - hours, days, weeks seems to fly by without my notice or my consent. I mean, if there were Someone Up There, why didn't he give a damn?

I noticed, with chagrin that love was just like a drug – as cliché as that might sound. It was strangely addicting, absolutely unhealthy and most of all brings harm upon the user - one way or another. It felt like when he left, he shattered my fragile heart. As it broke, I hadn't felt the need to pick back up the little pieces, because I knew, it wouldn't fit. Edward had claimed and taken with him the pieces that were rightfully his. Not that I wanted it any other way, even if he hadn't taken them, I would've plucked out what remained of my heart and hand them to him. But, he had, nonetheless, taken my life, heart and soul. No, that's not right. Edward was my life. And since then, I died, along with what's left of my heart.

I heard my alarm ring, and my hand absentmindedly shot up to shut it off. It wasn't until the strange ringing stopped that I had realized that I did. This is how life has been for me since he was gone. Everything, everyone around me was moving on with their life, the world continued to turn, people still do what they always done. But I feel like my personal world froze, stuck somewhere between living and the undead. I like it there. There was always eerie silence, never any emotions involved. I had been way past crying. I hardly cried, either because I knew if I had cried, it meant that I fully accepted that he was gone. And there was no way I could. I tried though, I swear I did. Many times, too. I hadn't resort to crying much. I've never been the waterworks type. Why start now? I knew I was stronger than that.

And that morning I felt a strange determination in my heart. (What was left of it, anyway?) I felt that I should make things almost right for myself again. Almost. Things could never be the same without Edward. But this isn't a fairytale, never was and never will be. No way was I going to lie around looking helpless while waiting for the prince to rescue me – if there was such thing as a prince anyway.

That night (or morning, whichever you prefer. The times of the day don't matter to me anymore) I packed my belongings with the determination to look for Edward. Don't ask me where it was coming from, I didn't know. One second I was sitting there reminiscing about the time when I saw Edward's parents and the next, it was like this giant spark came and I was on my feet and ready to go. My goal was to just get a proper explanation of why I was thrown away. So that maybe, after I had confirmed it, I could get back on track. I didn't dare give myself hope, for all I know - getting back one's life is very difficult to do. When I was with Edward, he had always made me feel like I was actually worth something - a treasure even. A treasure that he was lucky to have. Lucky, hah! I might've misunderstood his feelings but I didn't have to go and actually believe it. Which, if you're wondering, was exactly what I did.

Also, I had to get my life straight, move on - if possible - so if his answer was absolute, and that I hadn't meant to him as he had meant to me, then I'd leave and start a new life. One that didn't include Edward Cullen.

See? Already things are looking much brighter.

I had stuffed a spare outfit, flashlight, passport, and my college funds in a bag. Hastily, I scribbled a note to Charlie. I felt guilty for leaving him but I had to go. There was no other way.

Charlie,

I'm getting my life back. I hope you'll understand.

Love, Bella

I left it in my room, I know he'll find it – it's what police instincts are for. I climbed on my window, and with one last look behind, I slowly lowered myself onto the ground. As quietly as possible, so I don't wake Charlie, I crept to my truck. I thanked every god I had ever heard of when I saw that I had parked reasonably far away. Far enough so the noise doesn't wake Charlie. I quietly drove away, leaving everything behind. But those possessions don't matter to me; I was going to look for the thing that did.

After 20 minutes of idly driving, I decided that I was going to the airport and search for small towns with very little sun. It was my best bet. And I could ask around. Anyone would notice seven insanely beautiful people walking down the streets. Especially small towns, where there are no secrets. I smiled to myself. I'm progressing pretty well. There was hardly anyone awake in Forks right now. I was glad for that. I didn't want to give Charlie any lead on me. The sky was a deep shade of midnight blue, stars clearly visible. The sight would have been breathtaking if had I not been in a hurry. The many trees and green around me appeared to be swinging back and forth - like they are trying to protect a secret. Or, maybe I've developed paranoia.

When I got to the airport, I picked up a map and examined it. Suddenly all my determination from a few hours ago disappeared. Looking at how huge the world really was and the possibility of getting the right place with very difficult. I stood there staring at the map, scared. What was I going to do? I can't go back now. It's too late for regrets. Charlie is probably going to read my letter by the time I get back. And to make it worst, he would really think I'm mentally disabled and send me to a hospital or worst – an asylum, knowing how that turned out with Alice. 'You made a choice, Bella. Now stick with it!' It didn't make the feelings go away, like I had hoped. It grew worst. And then it happened.

Out of nowhere, I heard a musical voice. Velvet. "Bella, go back to Charlie," I whipped around searching for the origin of the voice. I frantically ran around, looking for him. Hair whipped in my face as I searched. My heart was beating too fast. Abnormally fast. I looked up – and saw a guy standing there with his back to me.

And I ran.

"Edward!" I yelled – well, sobbed. And he turned around.

But it wasn't him.

The deep wound that I had been running away from reopened. He wasn't here. And then, that was the first time I cried. I sat down, rest my chin on my knee and sobbed. It hurt so much. Almost as if the voice felt me being sad it said again "Bella, go back to Charlie." I shook my head wildly. "NO!" I yelled as loud as I can. People turned to stare at me, curious. The guy who I had mistaken for Edward – but was actually far from with dull dark brown eyes that you couldn't really tell where the pupil ended and the iris begins – bend down and whispered as if speaking loudly would cause another round of hysterics, "Are you okay?" I shook my head.

"Bella, stop being so stubborn," the mysterious voice said again. Oh, how I wished the voice would remain forever. And because of that, I continued to shake my head, despite the looks that people were giving me. Then it was quiet. As if he had left my mind. I sat there, unmoving, afraid that I might risk not hearing his voice if I moved. Then I was absolutely certain that he wasn't here. To my surprise, I felt something on my cheeks. I looked up. The guy I had mistaken for Edward was wiping my face with a handkerchief. I reluctantly stood up.

"Thanks…um," I trailed off, feeling extremely tired.

"Keith." He answered. I faked a smiled.

"You're…?" he asked.

"'Ella." My voice was too hoarse for speech.

He nodded, "Ella, then. Where are you headed?"

Where was I headed? The question had been rhetorical. But the voice answered me, barely a whisper, so low, I might've missed it. It said "Try South America," I was stunned.

"South America," I blurted. Keith nodded happily, "So am I, we should go together."

I regained my composure, I couldn't waste time, or I'll get caught by Charlie. With that, I got up, even more determined to find Edward and give him a good beating then make him explain, I walked to buy the ticket.

I had purchased the first flight to South America; after I had made sure it was out of sun's way. I found a city south of South America, one with a name so long I hadn't bothered pronouncing it. It was perfect with an average of 332 days with cloud cover a year. I figured that I might as well listen to the voice inside my head. And as luck has it, the flight was in 30 minutes. I was even more nervous than before, as I gave the lady my ticket and quickly got on the plane before I changed my mind and backed out. I needed all the strength I had left in my body, this was no time to have a mental argument in my head about whether I should board or not. The ride was a big blur; I just repeated in my head again and again what my plan was. It was simple, but I still had to do it.

Distractions, they are called.

Thanks for reading. Please review or not if you do not wish to. Maybe you remember this from before (which, I doubt you will) but now the entire plot would change. I'm sorry if some of you favored the other plot and feel that this was boring but this was the only way to get an inspiration out of me.

If you would like to read the first unedited version of this, the one that was titled You're My Eternity, instead of Someone Like You, feel free to message me or email me.