Author's Note: Okay, so new story here. I more than likely won't be posting any future chapters until I finish "Lovestruck", but I wanted to give you all a little taste. This story is going to be sad, I won't lie.
Here it is: the prologue. By the way, I don't own Twilight.
It will be as if I'd never existed.
It's unbelievable how those eight simple words had the power to change everything. Those eight words had robbed me of any desire to live…or whatever it was that I did. I had uttered that godforsaken sentence to save her. My angel. My Bella. Little did I know that in "saving" her, I would rip her apart.
I knew Bella was in pain. Excruciating pain. Every now and then, I would catch glimpses of her agony in Alice's head as she experienced an involuntary vision. Alice wasn't looking for Bella's future, but it somehow found its way into her sight.
Bella waking up in the middle of the night. Screaming.
Bella crying silently as she sat on her bed.
Bella curled into a ball, shaking uncontrollably.
Each vision brought me one step closer to the edge. I was close, so close to just plunging into total oblivion. I didn't think anymore. I felt nothing other than the stabbing pain of losing my life, my love.
I wanted nothing more than to crawl back to Forks and beg her to forgive me. But would she be able to? In leaving, I had broken her. Would my Bella ever smile again? Would she ever feel genuinely happy? I liked to think that she would forget me, but I knew it was unlikely. That thought was the only thing that kept me from her:
She'll be alright. She'll forget you in time.
I needed to believe that she would.
This is what's best. She'll have a life.
In giving Bella a life, I was losing mine.
A/N: Well? Tell me what you think!