"'You don't want me?' I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.

'No.'

'Don't.' My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. 'Don't do this.'

'You're not good for me, Bella.' He turned his earlier words around, and so I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him.

'If that's what you want.'

He nodded once.

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 stayed 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 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.

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 gasped. No,no,No,NO! I couldn`t let myself Remember anymore...
I tried to put myself back into the numbness but It didn`t work anymore.
The Numbness was lost to me forever. I was robbed of it because, for an instant, I let it slip away from me.

with shaking legs I sat down at my desk. Writing had helped me re-enforce the numbness before.
So I began to write.

"People Claim to be your friends Tell you they`ll stay until the world ends.
Then they leave you all alone leave you to fend on your own They left and none of them wanted me, it broke my heart Life is Just a work of Art.
and when the bush is lifted,effortless people stare at the canvas.
Your so called "friends" set you aside and cobwebs cling to your sides.
They forget all about you.
None of them care about how you are or what you do."

I thought about what I should call it."They Left" is what I eventually decided on.
I sighed. I missed them so much! I wished they would come back!But I knew that would never happen, no matter how much I wished it to be so.