A/N Yes, I know no one wants to read the author randomly talking, but too bad! And I also know no one wants to remember Bella in the first four months where she was 'dead' but oh well.
Disclaimer: Of course, you will all be VERY startled to hear that I am not, in fact, Stephenie Meyer, and thus fore, I do not own any characters. Oo-er
As I stared out the window into the midnight, I wondered if it would make much of a difference if I moved to Florida. After all, if I was going to forget him eventually, why make the processs slower and more painful?
Contemplating this, I didn't hear Charlie sneak in to check on me. This was something he did almost every night. I was sure that it was to check that I was still alive, and hadn't commited suicide out of despression.
He understood a little of what I felt these days, having been though the same thing 17 years ago. But I don't think he understood exactly what I was so destroyed about.
He wasn't just a high school romance. He wasn't even human! And it wasn't just that he left me, he took everything I had that reminded me of him when he left.
Not just the things you can see, like the photos and the plane tickets. No, he took my heart, my soul and my dreams. Now becoming a vampire seemed just like a silly dream that you have when your young, but never comes true, like being a singing-backup dancer-model-actress. I had more luck becoming that then ever being a vampire or falling in love again.
But thinking about him made me ache. It felt as if someone was slicing open my stomach and punching my insides out. I knew if I stayed in Forks, the pain would too, but I would take it. I would remember as much as I could of Edward until I lost my memories. I didn't care that the pain took me under everytime I thought his name. I was thinking it for Edward, and I knew, somewhere in my subconscious, that somehow, maybe, he was thinking my name for me too.
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