This starts out when Edward is leaving Bella in New continues on from there. I own nothing ! All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer ! I do own the twilight books ,but they are on my bookshelf right now! I actually copied this part from the book Pg 67- 73 in the hard cover version.
We'd gone only a few steps into the trees when he stopped. We were barely on the trail-- I could still see the house.
Some walk.
Edward leaned against a tree and stared at me , his expression unreadable.
"Okay, let's talk." I said It sounded braver than it felt.
He took a deep breath.
"Bella, we're leaving."
I took a deep breath, ws an acceptable option.I thought I was prepared .But 'i still had to ask.
"Why now? Another year--"
"Bella it's time . How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all?Carlisle can barely pass for thirty and he's claming thirty-three 'd have to start over soon regardless."
His answer confused me.I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in piece .Why did we have to leave if they were going?I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.
He stared back coldly.
With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood,
"When you say we--,"I whispered.
"I mean my family and myself."Each word separate and distinct.
I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear waited without any sign of imparience .It took a few minutes before I could speak.
"Okay ," I said."I'll come with you."
"You can't ,Bella .Where we're going... It's not the right place for you."
"where you are is the right place for me."
"I'm no good for you,Bella."
"Dont be ridiculious."i wanted to sound angry , but it just sounded like begging,"you're the very best part of my life."
"My world is not for you," he said grimly.
"What happened with jasper-- that was nothing,Edward!Nothing!"
"You're right ," he agreed. "it was exactly what was to be expected."
"you promised ! In Phonenix , you promised that you would stay--"
"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me .
"NO! This is about my soul,isn't it?" I shouted , furious , the wirds exploding out of me -- somehow it still sounded like a plea."Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward.I don't care! You can hve my soul. I don't want it without you--it's yours already!"
He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly at the ground for a long moment .His mouth twisted he tiniest he finally looked up, hs eyes were different , harder--like the liquid gold had frozn solid.
"Bella,I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisly , his cold eyes on my face , watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.
There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few through them for there reak intent,
"You. . . don't. . . want me?" I tried out the words , confused by the way they sounded ,placed in that order.
"No."
I staed , uncomprehending , into his stared back without eyes like topaz -- hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles , yet nowhwere in their bottomles depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken.
"Well, that changes thing ."I was surprised by how calm nd resonable my voice sounded . It must be because I was so numb .I couldnt relize wht he was telling me. It still didnt make since.
He looked away into the trees as he spoke again."of course.i'll always love you. . . in a way. But what happenend the other night mde me realize that its time for a I'm . . .tired of pretending tobe something im not, Bella.I'm not human." He looked back, nd the icy planes of his perfect were not human."I've let this go on much too long,and I'm sorry for that."
"Don't." My voice was just a whiper now;awareness was beginning to seep through me, trikling like acid through my veins."Dont do this."
He just stared at me, and I could see his eyes that my words were far too already had.
"You're not good for me,bella." He turned his earlier words around, and so I had no well I knew that wasn't good enough for him.
I opened my mouth to say something,and then closed it waited patiently, his fce wiped clean of all emotion.I tried again.
"If . . . that's what you want
He nodded once.
My whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything below the neck.
"I would like to ask one favor, though, if that's not too much," he said.
I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face in response. But,
before I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serene mask.
"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.
As I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning down into mine with
an intensity that was overwhelming.
"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I'm
saying?"
I nodded helplessly.
His eyes cooled, the distance returned. "I'm thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of
yourself—for him."
I nodded again. "I will," I whispered.
He seemed to relax just a little.
"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
any more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed."
My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood
pounding faster than normal behind my ears. His voice sounded farther away.
He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all
wounds for your kind."
"And your memories?" I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was
choking.
"Well"—he hesitated for a short second—"I won't forget. But my kind… we're very easily distracted."
He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes.
He took a step away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again."
The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought I was beyond noticing anything.
"Alice isn't coming back," I realized. I don't know how he heard me—the words made no sound—but he
seemed to understand.
He shook his head slowly, always watching my face.
"No. They're all gone. I staved behind to tell you goodbye."
"Alice is gone?" My voice was blank with disbelief.
"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you."
I was dizzy; it was hard to concentrate. His words swirled around in my head, and I heard the doctor at
the hospital in Phoenix, last spring, as he showed me the X-rays. You can see it's a clean break, his
finger traced along the picture of my severed bone. That's good. It will heal more easily, more quickly
.
I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.
"Goodbye, Bella," he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.
"Wait!" I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward.
I thought he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to
my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My
eyes closed.
"Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.
There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered
with the gentle wind of his passage.
He was gone.
With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence
of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked
forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for
him, it was over.
Love, life, meaning… over.
I walked and walked. Time made no sense as I pushed slowly through the thick undergrowth. It was
hours passing, but also only seconds. Maybe it felt like time had frozen because the forest looked the
same no matter how far I went. I started to worry that I was traveling in a circle, a very small circle at
that, but I kept going. I stumbled often, and, as it grew darker and darker, I fell often, too.
Finally, I tripped over something—it was black now, I had no idea what caught my foot—and I stayed
down. I rolled onto my side, so that I could breathe, and curled up on the wet bracken.(A/NThis is where I stopped coping!)
I must have laid for for hours just sufering in my own pain,not able to then I realized tht Charlie must be worried about me ,It been hours since i left the house , and he left I got up and left ,making my way slwly back to charlies I got there Charlie was sitting on the couch ,next to the phone with a worried expression .
"Bella where have you been? you've been gone for hours?" Charlie said his face hardening as he took in my disheveled clothes .
"What happened? Are you hurt?" He asked.
"No , Dad im fine really , I went for a walk in th forest with Ed-Edward ."I said Choking on his name.
"He left you alone in the woods?" He asked.
"No, dad he left me on the edge of the woods ,after he broke up with me , and i tried to follow him." I said Tears blurring my vision.
"Oh Bells,Im sorry." He said , his face softening at the end.
"Im fine dad , really . Im just tired thats all. Is it ok if I go upstairs?" I asked
"Of course hunny , Ill be down here if you need anything.
I walked into the bathroom,and turned the shower on full blast. I turned and looked into the mirror , I looked like hell. My hair was caked with dirt and leaves. My clothes weren't any better they looked about the same with little sticks and twigs caught in the , this shirt is trash I thought, peeling it off long with my pants and thew them into the clothes hamper.