Pale Moonlight filtered through the tall window, its white curtains draped back. A lean girl with long dark hair bent over a clean sheet of flowery stationery, scribbling a quick note. She pushed aside a stray piece of hair, straightening up she looked at the room. In her heart, she memorized the look of her room. She sat down at the cushioned window seat; her favorite place in the whole house, where she had spent so many happy hours reading, singing and just thinking.
Putting her hands in her lap, her dull black gaze fell upon her ring finger on her left hand. Adorned on her finger was a simple platinum ring studded with quarter-karat diamonds. Slipping off the ring, she set it beside the folded up message.
Grabbing her pre-packed navy book bag, she exited her room, brushing her fingertips on the doorsill.
Setting upon the stairs silent cat-like swiftness, she soon reached the front door. She unlocked the door; pausing to gaze once more at the house that had become her home. Slinging the book bag over her shoulder, she left the house. Stepping out into the real world; never going to return home again.
Dear Edward and the rest of the Cullens,
I feel like I have been living in a perfect fairy tale of a long while now, having a perfect boyfriend, not aging, having flawless beauty. I'm love Edward, but I'm not in love anymore. But in the last few months, I've been feeling like I need to be on my own. I know how to manage myself, so there is now reason to pursue me, for I won't come back no matter what. Goodbye!
Love,
Bella Swan Cullen