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Mood Music: I Never Told You-Colbie Caillat

A part of me died that day. I'm not sure how much, but it was enough for me to stop functioning. I've learned a heart can never be split into perfect symmetrical pieces, hearts can't break perfectly in half.

I wanted my heart to, but instead it was like it was ripped apart and who I used to be was stolen from me. Yes, they say time heals, but in reality it doesn't.

Years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds all blend together when you have nothing left to live for. Everything is gone. All that's left is air, air that he breathed on his last day.

And sometimes the dull ache gets too hard to bear. Whenever a sappy love songs comes on, I burst into tears. Even the simple things like folding laundry can somehow make you think of the person who used to be by your side, joining you.

And the worst part of it all is that I've got no one to turn to. I'm like some malfunctioning robot stuck doing the same routine but never really living. People laugh and are happy around me.

I can't remember the last time I was happy, or even pleased. Life was all just a mirage, fading into the distant not long enough for some, too long for others.

My life exists in my dreams, when I'm free. The day time everything is too bright, too happy. The night time things can glow, unlike during the day. There's darkness with signs of life.

There's small stars that shine in the sky, I wonder if he's shining up there with him. I would do anything to be close to him. Not anything stupid or mindless, but a lot of times I go to the place that brings me closest to him.

The meadow. It's hard not to cry as I make the walk toward it. In my hand lays a letter, I drop letters there. Maybe he reads them, or maybe I'm just mental.

Writing letters to him is my therapy. Of course I trip on a few tree roots as I make my way to the clearing. I take a deep breath as I walk into the sunshine.

I feel the heat on my back, but I can never see it. Sunshine holds no meaning for me anymore. I sweep a stray piece of hair off my cheek as I walk to our spot.

I assumed Edward wanted to be buried here, because he loved this place very much. It was 'our spot' as he put it. I put another letter on the grave.

In carefully written letters the name "Edward Anthony Masen" pops up. I touch the smooth marble, and it's cold to the touch. I sit down, and cry.

"It's been five years today." I started.

"Five years since you died," I chocked. The days never got easier.

"Five years since you went on your last drive." I continued letting the tears fall.

"Five years since the worst day of my life." I cried. My body shook with broken sobs.

"Why did you have to get into that car on New Year's?" I asked him feebly.

"You could've stayed home with me," I shook my head.

"You said you had to go somewhere, to pick something up." I sobbed.

"I still don't know what was so important," I continued.

"I wrote you a letter," I spoke setting down the letter with careful fingers. The one I'd written a while ago was missing. Maybe the wind made it fly away. I'll never know.

"Maybe I'm so stupid for doing this, but I feel like you're here with me," I cried.

"I still love you, Edward." I admitted.

"Even more every day." I continued.

"I'll just leave this letter here," I remarked getting off the grass covered ground.

"Bye, Edward." I sobbed as I started to walk away. And for a second I heard a tearless sob, but maybe I was crazy. I'm already crazy.

I walked back into the forrest and eventually find my car. I get in and start the engine. Each time I go there, it feels like it's harder for me to walk away.

Because anything that's left of Edward is there. He's up in Heaven, maybe watching down on me. I considered joining him up there more than a few times, but I couldn't.

Edward's words rang in my ears every time I tried. So, I attempted moving on. I went to college, got a teacher's degree and teach.

Teaching gives me a relief, I want to help people learn. I teach a wonderful batch of high schoolers. Or mostly wonderful. I teach driver's ED, which does get me closer to death with each new student.

I love it though. For me I teach them what you should do on the road. I'm notorious for teaching about the dangers of drunk driving. There are so many dangers after all.

It was around eight am in the morning. As soon as I got into my driveway, I raced inside. I dressed in nicer clothes. I put on the necklace Edward had given me so many years before.

I rubbed it and put the ornimant gently with my fore finger. I'd kept a promise to it. I'd never stop loving the man who gave it to me, and I promised to never forget.

I put on flats, since I still wasn't quite ready for heels. Even at my age I trip in heels. Constantly. I got into my car and drove to the high school.

Forks High School. The same high school I went to. The same high school Edward went to. I walked in, through the mob of students and found my way to my classroom. I also taught English, which I liked very much.

The bell rang, and I was standing as the mob of students came into my room. They sat down in their seats.

"Hi guys!" I greeted.

"Okay, so I hope you did your homework. Please get it out so I can check it." I instructed as I walked along the room.

"Kyle, let me guess you didn't do it," I sighed looking up from my grade book.

"You know me too well, Ms. Swan." He replied. I shook my head and wrote a small red X next to his name.

The whole class laughed at my previous comment.

"Okay, now please take out your notebook so you can take notes." I spoke. I was never much for long lectures, so we would often have group discussions.

I saw Madison, one of my students look blankly down at her book. Madison looked terrible. Her eyes were scarlet red and tears were skimming down her face.

My heart broke at her sadness, and I figured I'd ask after class. I had to make sure she was okay. She had been absent for the past few days, since Monday.

After a lengthy class, I quickly announced homework.

"Okay, guys! Read chapters fifteen through twenty." I instructed before the bell rang.

"Madison, I would like to talk to you after class," I added. Madison looked up as I called her name, but did not respond.

The bell rang and I shut my door as soon as the rest of the class piled out. Madison did not move. I walked over to her desk, and sat down on a desk beside her.

"Madison, is something bothering you?" I asked kindly.

"No," She cried.

"Madison, you've been absent for a while, and you're crying. Please tell me what's wrong," I spoke.

She did not respond, but put her head in her hands.

"Madison," I urged.

"Why do you care?" She blubbered.

"I'm your teacher, I just want to know if you're okay," I responded.

"I'm okay," She shook her head.

"No you're not, you can't lie to me," I shook my head as I got off the desk and paced around.

"My boyfriend died, okay? On Sunday night," Madison admitted. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"So am I," She agreed.

"How?" I whispered.

"Drunk driver, hit him head on." She sobbed. My heart broke for her.

"I'm so sorry, Madison," I told her as I came over and gave her a small hug.

"That's what every one says, how do I know you mean it?" Madison questioned.

"Madison, the same thing happened to me," I admitted.

She looked up and sat straight in her chair.

"It did?" She whispered.

"Yeah, it did," I nodded putting a loose hair behind my ear.

She was speechless.

"How long ago?" Madison muttered.

"Five years," I replied.

"So that's why you teach a driver's ED class," Madison remarked.

"Yep," I nodded.

"I just never thought it would happen to him," Madison shook her head.

"It could happen to anyone." I sighed.

"We were going to get married after school ended," Madison continued.

I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"It's fine, it's just so hard." Madison cried.

She stood up, and grabbed her stuff. I came over and hugged her softly.

"I know," I whispered.

"I'm sorry you have to listen to all my crap, but there's no one I can tell it to," Madison cried. I gave her a tissue and she muttered a 'thank you'.

"It's no problem," I told her.

"Tell me if you need anything," I offered. She nodded and walked out of the classroom. I heaved a sigh as the next class came in. Lunch came around, and I sat at my desk eating the lunch I'd packed for myself.

I felt terrible about what happened to Madison. Madison was a good student in my class, and it broke my heart that that had happened to her. The next class I had was teaching Driver's Ed, where once again I was giving a lecture about drunk driving.

The class piled into my room, and the bell rang.

"Today, is the day I talk to you about one of the most common reasons car crashes happen." I started.

"One way you can prevent getting in a crash is not drinking. During the holiday season, it happens more often then ever. Drunk driving. In 2008, 31% of all traffic fatalities were caused by drunk driving alone." I continued.

I continued with my speech, and surprisingly some of the students listened. Then, the bell rang and soon enough, the school day was over.

I walked quickly to my car, and drove to Elizabeth's house.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to come. Elizabeth opened the door and smiled widely.

"Bella, please come in," She greeted. I walked into her house and she led me into the living room.

"Please sit," She smiled. She was drinking tea in her large red arm chair.

"So dear, how have you been?" Elizabeth questioned as she handed me a cup of tea.

"Oh, no thank you," I shook my head at her offer.

"Bella, you've taught teenagers all day," Elizabeth disagreed.

"Fine," I agreed sipping on the cup of tea. It was warm and made me feel a little bit better.

"So how have you been?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Alright, and you?" I responded.

"Fair," She responded.

"I think about him often you know. I miss him," Elizabeth admitted.

"Me too," I nodded.

"He loved you, you know. Edward really did," Elizabeth commented.

I smiled halfway.

"He loved you, too." I spoke.

"Of course, I'm his mother," Elizabeth agreed.

"He would be proud of you," Elizabeth continued.

"I'm not sure about that," I shook my head.

"Oh, he would. You got a Master's degree, Bella. You're educating teenagers, I don't know how you do it," She chuckled softly.

"It's not easy, but I like it. I think that maybe my classes help," I replied.

"They do, Bella. You've won how many golden apple awards?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eye brow.

"One," I blushed.

"And it's only your second year." Elizabeth sighed.

I looked out the window, and for a moment I saw Edward's face. I really was going crazy. For a moment he looked back at me. The only odd thing was that he had topaz eyes.

"Bella, you just look like you've seen a ghost!" Elizabeth's voice got me out of my reverie. Well, I'm not sure what I saw.

"It was just a bug on the window," I shook my head.

"Well, I better be going," I started as I picked up my bag.

"Thank you so much for the tea, Elizabeth," I smiled.

"It was a pleasure having you here. Come by anytime," Elizabeth spoke.

"I might take you up on that, take care," I responded. She smiled as I went out the door.

I drove home and closed my eyes.

As I looked out my window for the second time that day I saw Edward and then blinked. He wasn't there when I opened my eyes.

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