A/N: I'll say now, this is going to be REALLY BAD! Takes place in New Moon, before Bella jumped off the cliff.
Edward's POV:
I was sitting in an attic. There were spiders around me, but I didn't pay any mind to them. They didn't hurt me, so I couldn't be bothered with them.
I hadn't hunted in months, almost half a year. I was too consumed in grief. My angel was probably forgetting more and more about me as each day went on, but her face was still clear in my mind.
I looked down at the little piece of cloth I had sort of stolen from her room. I lifted the cloth to my face and breathed in her scent. It was almost as good as being with her, but she wouldn't love me if I went back, not after what I did to her.
What I couldn't understand was how she just accepted that I didn't love her; she accepted the lie and disregarded all the truths.
I clutched my chest. My heart hadn't beat in centuries, but now I felt like I didn't even have one. I had hurt my beautiful angel, and she was going to forget me. Maybe I should go back, just for a night, just to see if she was ok.
A/N: So there's chapter one. I'll probably mostly put this in Edward's POV, since I "know" him better. Please tell me how I did with this first chapter!
