Yes, it's another one of those "Edward-never-came-back" stories. Takes place a few years after Edward left.
I couldn't believe I was doing it. I couldn't believe I was coming back. Not for obvious reasons, not for the reason I truly wanted to… but I needed to. Alice said she couldn't see anything about Bella anymore. I needed to check. Besides, I was incognito. Even Rosalie said she didn't recognize me, in my disguise.
It was truly pathetic, but still… I had to.
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I could only hear the thoughts of one person as I made my way toward the familiar house I had grown to love. It wasn't Charlie's, it wasn't anyone I knew… I made sure they had nothing to do with a certain daughter wandering around the house named Bella.
With each step I took, the door seemed to be getting farther and farther away. My legs didn't seem to be functioning, but I managed to drag them on, one in front of the other. It seemed like an eternity before I finally reached it.
I lowered my baseball cap, straightened down my baggy hoodie, took a deep breath and knocked three times.
The door flew open.
"Yes?" A man asked briskly. He looked about Charlie's age, which didn't make much sense, but didn't resemble Charlie at all.
"I'm looking for Isabella Swan," I said politely, altering my voice to sound like any other teenage boys; not a century year old vampire. "Is she available?"
He eyed me suspiciously for a second, his mind racing confusingly, and then shook his head. "They moved a few months ago. I knew 'em pretty well, Chief Swan was a friend of mine. But Bella's been dead for about a year."
Silence.
Even the bird's stopped chirping. The wind wasn't blowing anymore. It was overpowering…
"Charlie said he couldn't stand to live here anymore. I offered to take the place." The man's voice was a lot softer now.
But I couldn't get over it.
"She's… dead?" I questioned pathetically. "If you don't mind me asking, how did she die?" My voice broke on the last word. I didn't care if I was being nosy.
The man's expression was strained. "She was in a car accident. Her car broke down in the middle of the freeway and she crashed head on with a semi. Charlie'll never forgive himself, since he gave her the old truck in the first place,"
Stupid, old truck. I knew it wouldn't last long. She should've listened to me when I offered her a new car.
But how could I ever, possibly blame her? I felt guiltier than Charlie. If I had stayed around, I could have saved her…
No. I couldn't have bitten her.
Could I?
It seemed so simple, so obvious now. When I really thought about it, I would have done it in an instant. But she was dead now. Gone.
"So, who are you?" He asked.
"O-oh," I stuttered. "I'm just an old friend of hers." Except so much more. "I'm sorry. I'll be going now," I turned on my heel and sped away, not waiting for a respond. My mind couldn't handle any more... I shut everything out.
I still wonder if she really ever moved on.
