A/N: I know another story. Tee-hee. This one is JUST going to be posted on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday when I'm at school. And each chapter will be fairly short, and use one verse from the song "The Crow and the Butterfly". It will also be a Bella/Edward from Edwards POV, written in 3rd person.
A Little to Late: Chapter One- I Painted Your Room at Midnight
I painted your room at midnight
So I'd know yesterday was over
I put all your books on the top shelf
Even the one with the four leaf clover
Man, I'm getting older
I took all your pictures off the wall
And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket
I haven't slept in what seems like a century
And now I can barely breathe
Edward took the long drive from the airport to the house in Massachusetts, alone. All his thoughts focused on one girl. It didn't matter what happened, she would always be his Bella. Even though he decided to leave for her own safety, and have the rest of the family follow, she would always be his Bella. He took a deep breath, speeding up the further he drove, thinking about her. Before making it to the house, he stopped to buy paint. He knew Esme had painted the room to the way Alice had seen Bella loving it, and right now, Edward didn't want any reminders of his failed love life.
The paints were ones that wouldn't remind him Bella. There were no warm colors, just dark, cold colors like grey and black. And at midnight, he removed the pictures off the walls, wrapped them in newspaper and reminded himself that yesterday was over, he just had to survive the rest of eternity without her. He then painted the walls, almost feeling like he was purging his soul by getting rid of anything that had to do with Bella. He carefully removed the books that were hers, and put them on the back shelf of the closet. When he picked up the scrapbook with her on the cover holding a four leafed clover, in their meadow, he almost flipped threw the pictures from that day but instead he held in the sob that threatened to escape and placed it with the rest of the books.
Next to be placed in a safe place, the pictures. He carefully placed those in a box before bringing it up to the attic. The only picture to stay behind was the one in his back pocket. It was a picture that Alice had taken of them in the meadow one day. They were so happy and in love then, and he still did love her, but he wasn't safe for her. He knew no matter what the circumstances, he needed her to be close, and if that was how it was done, then he would keep that picture for eternity.
He laid down on the freshly made bed, closing his eyes, he truly felt like he hadn't slept in a long time, for once in his existence, he was mentally tired. Taking an uneasy breath, he let the sobs he had been holding in, out. Thinking to himself, how can love hurt so much? He knew it was his fault that she got hurt, his fault that she almost died. He knew he wasn't safe for her, that he shouldn't have started dating her, but he was selfish. The more he thought about it, the less he could breathe. He wondered if the constricting feeling on his chest was what a panic attack felt like for a human.
A/N: Well, is it good? I'm still getting used to writing Edward, so be kind. Next update will be on Monday. Reviews are love. xoxo
