Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or any of its characters. They belong to the brilliant mind of Stephenie Meyer
This is a one-shot of how I picture Bella's realization that Edward is gone for good when he leaves her in New Moon. It begins when she finds the photo album that Edwards has taken his pictures from. Enjoy -
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I stared blankly at the empty spot in my photo album; the spot where Edward's picture was suppose to be. Slowly, I reached out a trembling finger and brushed it against the blank page with disbelief. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I heard myself make some sort of choking noise, and was aware of the album slipping from my fingers and falling to the floor.
Edward was gone. Truly and completely gone. As much as it pained me to admit it, it was true. I would never see him again. I'd never get to see that crooked smile I loved so much, or hear his musical laughter. I'd never again hear him whisper my name, or feel him hold me in his marble arms ever again. All those little things; the things that I hadn't thought twice about when he was here. But now they were gone, along with him. I'd simply assumed that he'd always be here, that he'd never leave me. But here I was alone, and he was gone for good. And only now was I beginning to understand how horribly true it was.
In that moment of realization, something seemed to click inside my head. Hot and bitter tears began to roll down my cheeks as I sobbed brokenly, my breath coming out in short, burning gasps. My mind stood still in shock. I was dimly aware that I was no longer standing; that somewhere in my panic, I had crumpled to my knees.
One word echoed relentlessly through my head, as though thoroughly determined to etch itself into my being.
"Gone."
I frantically clutched my hands against my chest, as though somehow that were enough to hold myself together.
"Gone."
Sobbing uncontrollably, I wrapped my arms even tighter around my body, willing the pain to stop. Willing myself to pull it together.
"Gone."
I crumpled to the ground, allowing myself to let go of the few fragile strands of strength I'd been so desperately clinging to. I allowed myself to cry, and let myself feel the burning pain instead of trying to keep it out.
And somehow, this felt better.
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Review please? They make me really happy -
Would you like this to continue, and show what happened during the missing months of New Moon, or is it better as a one-shot?
Love, -Musicfromtheheart-