Description (basically the same, but the complete one wouldn't fit):

AU. Bella's trance is cut short when she is relocated to Florida. What can she do but change? With a new name, new clothes, and potential new boyfriend, she can easily forget Edward. But there's more to that then just forgetting and more to Jacksonville than just blue skies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the respective sequels, nor do I own the characters in said novels.

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Epiphany

The knock on the door shattered my trance. I stood up slowly, disconcerted, and made my way towards the door. Who could possibly want to see me? I could only think of one person.

As son as that thought crossed my mind, I desperately tried to erase it, to forget- but it didn't work. I doubled over, feeling the old pain. The hole that I had tried so hard to ignore, to hide in the back of my heart, was painfully torn open. My defenses broke down like the walls of Jericho. I gasped for breath, willing myself to sink back into my lethargic state. Anything was better than that pain, anything. Even nothing.

Someone knocked on the door again. It couldn't be him. I couldn't, wouldn't give myself that hope. Because when it wasn't, the hole in my heart would only get bigger.

I stumbled towards the door, my breath still ragged, and grasped the doorknob. The door opened with a creak and I found myself face to face with Renee. Despite my promises to myself, my heart panged. It wasn't him.

I stood there awkwardly for a moment, fighting my emotions, building my wall back up. As soon as I felt it was strong enough, I spoke. "Mom."

At my words, Renee broke out in a pained smile and pulled me close to her chest. "Oh, Bella." She murmured. "It's time to take you home." She pulled away and looked at me expectantly. I stared blankly back.

"I am home." I replied, confused.

Renee shook her head. "We're going home to Jacksonville, Bella." I stared at her. Downright stared. What had she said?

It took a minute for her words to sink in.

What would I have been feeling right now? Shock? Anger? But I felt nothing. The wall held everything back.

I nodded mutely and headed up the stairs to my room to pack. What else was there to do?

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I threw my clothes into the open bag at the foot of my bed, the one I had taken up from Phoenix, barely even aware of what I was doing. I tossed in my toothpaste, toothbrush- everything I owned. I silently said goodbye to my room, willing all of the memories I had here, the ones I didn't have the strength or will to remember, all of those memories to stay put in this room. To never bother me again. To be forgotten so that I could move on…

And then it hit me. My epiphany all over again. I needed to move on. It seemed so simple, so blatantly obvious, that I almost laughed. I looked back towards my bag, at the blue sweater peeping out from the top, the one that Edward had loved me in…

Oh. It had just slipped out… I readied myself for the oncoming pain, the memories of days past, of days past spent with someone who had never loved me. Who had already moved on. Just like I needed to.

I waited patiently for the onslaught. The gut-wrenching, throbbing, pain in my heart. It came, but dully. Almost like it was close to giving up.

Was I really over him? I thought to myself.

No. I answered back firmly. But I would find a way.

As I left the room, a floorboard squeaked underneath my foot.

Goodbye to you, too.

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The flight to Jacksonville had been long at best. I passed the time watching every single movie they offered, which were mostly straight-to-DVD-crash-and-burn-ers that each featured some famous person that somehow made the film worthwhile. When those were all over I started reading Wuthering Heights. Again.

Renee practically leaped into Phil's arms when she saw him at the Jacksonville airport. I decided to be polite and excused myself to the bathroom.

I stood in there for about fifteen minutes, lathering my hands with soap and letting my thoughts wander. But not too much. I might have been stronger, but I didn't trust myself enough to think of… that. As I wrung my hands dry to return to Renee and Phil, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible, truly I did. But that could change. I would just have to reinvent myself, to be someone different.

To be someone different. The words ping-ponged around my head. Reinvent myself. To be an anti-Bella.

I made my way back to our terminal just vaguely aware of my surroundings; coming up with plan after plan.

"Bella!" I heard someone call. My head snapped up from habit. It was Renee, waving her hands wildly. I sped up, barely avoided tripping, and arrived at Renee's side. "We've been waiting forever! Are you okay?"

I nodded. "And Mom?" She looked at me expectantly. "It's Izzy now."