"He was behind me, chasing me, trying to stop me. A stranger from my past named Edward Cullen who I'd imagined over and over again, but never in a situation like this. Edward Cullen?… - I think I could remember a face as beautiful as his." - Bella

AN: It's me again. I know there are a lot of New Moon things where Bella is still hurting but I had to do one. It's been bugging me a lot lately and as Stephenie Meyers had said before, there's nothing you can do when a story demands to be written. May not have been her exact words but still. Haha. Well anyway, it is set during New Moon, on the day Bella is supposed to meet Laurent. FYI: the songs for the titles are pretty significant in their lyrics… especially for this chapter and the story title.

So first off, I should probably explain why I've been procrastinating on my other wonderful story 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger'. I've had some major writers block. Well, I have the ideas in my head, and I can act them out and everything (which I normally do… shut up. Haha) but I just can't seem to get it out into words. Usually what helps is writing something else for a bit and then I return to the original piece of work I've been writing out… so for now… I hope you enjoy this. Think of it as an intermission for my other story. Sorry people! I still love you. And I hope you love this as much as my other story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn or any of the characters or names or anything affiliated with them. Stephenie Meyers owns it all. I do not own the song 'My Immortal' by Evanescence or the song 'Breathe Today' by Flyleaf. It just goes with my story. :D

Chapter One

My Immortal

He was real! He was truly real!

I sobbed relentlessly, telling myself this over and over again.

His tousled bronze hair, his golden eyes, his crooked smile… it was all real!

I gripped the picture of him tightly in my hand.

Edward, my Edward… - No, not my Edward, I admitted reluctantly, but that didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore; He was real, the pictures and memories left behind proving that fact.

I was in awe at how quickly the walls collapsed on top of me. So many months of agonizing torture; keeping the painful memories away for Charlie's benefit… all those days with Jacob, gone to waste.

I would have never thought one curious glance under a loose floorboard could have resulted in this.

So I sobbed, half in pain and relief, unable to move from my fetal position.

Up until this point, I began to doubt Edward had even existed.

He was too perfect to be real, I told myself, and such divine beauty could only be a delusion. Of course, all of that changed the instant I found the pictures and gifts from my birthday.

My birthday…

The hole in my chest ripped wider from the memory.

My wretched birthday…

But he was real! My battered heart bellowed.

It was true, I was not crazy. He had existed in my life (for however short of a time it was), even with the brutal reality that he didn't want me, that he left me to crumble under the mere memory of him… he was real, and I loved him. Even with the pain, I would never want to forget.

The tears came down faster, blurring my vision, making my eyes ache. No, forgetting was not an option.

For hours I took deep shaky breaths, trying to build the wall back piece by piece with no such luck.

Ultimately, my sobs lightened, giving me the air my lungs so desperately needed, but I could care less about my deprived lungs. There was nothing to care about… Edward, my life… my soul, was gone.

But Charlie… Charlie needed me. Charlie mattered…

I froze in surprise. Charlie!

My eyes shifted to my now darkened window, the moonlight shining brightly.

Charlie would be home any minute; I couldn't let him see me like this. There's no doubt he'd ship me off to Jacksonville if he saw me in this condition.

Reluctantly, I gathered all the strength, I had left, in my body and shoved the tears back. At least until he's asleep, I promised myself, only an hour and then the misery could have me.

I took a deep breath, my chest hurting from the gush of sudden oxygen, and lifted myself off the floor.

I stumbled, trying to get my footing. It was difficult but I managed to stand, my shoulders slumping from the new weight of pain and grief. I felt like Atlas, forced to hold up the sky on my shoulders for my god, only, I would willingly endure such pain again and again if my god promised to return to me.

If only it were that simple.

I stood, wobbling on my feet, when my eyes caught a lean figure standing in front of my window.

I froze in surprise at first; there was only one person that came to mind. Then hope shot through me as I took in the utter stillness, the pallid skin. My mind was too caught up in the recognition, in the piercing blind hope that I didn't bother in studying my intruders face as I ran toward the figure, slamming into his stone-like body.

I gave no second thoughts and ignored the caution and warnings that barraged my mind as I ran into his arms, the sobs now more pronounced.

I locked my arms around his waist, letting the tears fall without a care, when a thought struck me: did he want me this close to him? If he didn't want to be, then I was certain he would've moved by now.

Maybe… maybe he was only doing me a favor, because he saw how much I was hurting, giving me this one chance to feel wanted; giving me a chance to hold him. If it meant I could touch him, see him, I would gladly take it any day… pain and all.

I felt unreasonably greedy as I crushed my body to his, running my hands along his sculptured body (If I only had a chance, I would not waste one second of it).

That's when I realized something. This body felt much more mature and bulky than the one body I know better than my own; this was not Edward.

But before I could confirm my suspicions, my wrists were locked in two icy, granite hands. My breathing stopped short at the low growl escaping from my intruder's lips.

I didn't struggle as I stared at the intruder's darkened features. My eyes adjusting to the darkness.

"Laurent!" I whispered in surprise.

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AN: Okay well, I'm sorry I left you on a cliffy, and I'm sorry for my procrastination for my other story but I really want to write this story out. It's been really bugging me. But yeah… that's all I can pretty much say.

Another thing too… this is just my take on what would've happened if Bella had found those gifts under her floor.

WARNING: There are going to be lines from the book put into here so I hope this doesn't spoil anything for you… because there is going to be some New Moon, Eclipse, & Breaking Dawn lines in here. So I hope it doesn't ruin anything for you… so first… read them all first before reading this if you don't want to ruin anything.

That's all then.

Until next time.

Amanda out-

(Misery666 out-)