I want to dedicate this story to Miss Snazzy, whose amazing story "Sweet Relief " inspired this one-shot.

DISCLAIMAR: ALL TWILIGHT CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY IDEAS!

What is the only thing a dead heart can do?
I softly kissed Charlie's cheek and watched him sleep for a few moments.
As I took in his peaceful expression, I wished I could feel anything… Remorse… Love… Anything that would make me change my mind and go back to my bedroom…
But I didn't.

I left the note on the nightstand and left his room.
I was truly sorry I could not be a better daughter and be brave and be strong and stay with him.
But I just couldn't.

I walked down the stairs.

I couldn't be the perfect daughter any more.
I couldn't stand any more the pain entailed in smiling.
I couldn't keep trying to follow conversations. Couldn't even try to take part in them.
I just couldn't continue to avoide seeing my reflection in other people's eyes. And I knew what they saw…

Nothing.

I was nothing.

There was nothing left in me.
Nothing to bend.
Nothing to break.
Nothing to give.

I walked through the kitchen and into the backyard.

What must have been a freezing winter wind in Forks felt like a soft cool breeze.

Like his breath.
Like his fingertips on my arms…
A sole tear run along my cheek.
Just a little longer.
Just a little further.

I kept my mind empty as I entered the woods. It had become something so easy to do. Just pretend not to be there. Even to myself.
I reached a small clearing in the woods and sat down on a fallen tree. I had no idea how long I had walked or in which direction, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered any more.
I almost smiled to myself.
I took the razor blade out of the pocket of my jeans and run a finger along one of its sides.
Cold and hard…
Like his hands.
I closed my eyes and run the blade along my neck, concentrating on the feeling.

It had been so long since I had last felt anything.
It felt good.
It felt like him.
His soft and icy fingers along my jugular…
Between my breasts…
Over my stomach…

Every now and then, I´d press a little harder and I'd feel something warm.

Blood.

I looked up to the sky. It was one of those rare nights in Forks in which you could actually see some stars and the moon.
Such a beautiful glow.
Just like his skin.

Another tear run through my cheek.

I kept thinking of his glowing skin as his hard fingers caressed what was left of my body.
From one hipbone to the other…
From the inside of my left elbow to my wrist…

I applied a little more pressure there and imagined it was his teeth breaking my skin.

From the inside of my right elbow to my wrist…
A little more pressure…

His teeth against my skin…

The glowing of the moon…

The cool breeze against my skin...

I could almost hear his voice…

My Bella.
Come to me.
My sweet Bella.

I smiled.

I was home…

What is the only thing a dead heart can do?

Die.