A/N: Hello everyone
A/N: Hello everyone! This is one of my first fan fics.
Anyway, I know this sounds like a lot of Twilight fan fics, but I'd like you to give it a chance.
I don't want to give too much away, but basically Edward never came back because Bella never jumped off the cliff, therefore Alice never had the vision. Six years later, Bella has gone with her life, though she is still broken and fragile. What happens when Edward decides to come back?
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Disclaimer: I would tell you if I was Stephenie Meyer.
Prologue—Regrets
Edward's POV:
She slept peacefully, unaware of my presence. She was sprawled out across her many pillows, her blankets wrapped loosely around her. Her chocolate hair fell around her face, her slightly flushed cheeks, her full, beautiful lips. A goddess, an angel, my love.
I sat on the edge of her bed, as close as I dared. I wanted more than anything to take her in my arms and tell her how much I loved her. But I couldn't. Not after what had happened. Not after what I was going to do.
The others did not agree with my decision. They could not see the danger, the harm, the urgency of the situation. They were so certain it would never happen again; that since it had happened, we would know how to prevent it from happening again.
They were right, in a sense, but they would not allow themselves to see the other side, the side I could clearly see. It pained me, but it could not be ignored. She had been so close to death. The fear I felt in that one moment made me see what I had been ignoring for so long. She was so fragile, so breakable, and even my slightest touch could shatter her. Every moment she spent with me could be her last. I had tried so long to block it out, to tell myself that everything would work out.
But it would not. She deserved so much more, so many things I couldn't give her. She deserved mortality. I would not take away her precious soul. She deserved to be in a full relationship with a man, not one like ours, with so many cautious restrictions. She deserved to get married, have children, live her life without fear and danger, then finally, die. It pained me that I could not give these things to her, when there was another out there who could.
"Edward," my name softly escaped her perfect lips.
Even in the darkness, I could see her cheeks colour slightly. It made me smile that she even managed to blush in her sleep. But the smile seemed so small, so lost in a sea of despair.
If I had been capable of crying, my tears would've flowed openly then. But I could not cry. It hurt that I could not even properly mourn the loss of my love.
I stayed all night, watching my beautiful angel until the sun peeked over the horizon. Before leaving, I deeply inhaled her glorious scent; a scent I vowed never to forget.
I silently took the CD I had given her out of her player, then pulled the pictures of myself out of her scrapbook. Lastly, I took the plane ticket she had received for her birthday. She needed to forget, no matter how much I never wanted her too. I was about to place the items securely in my pocket when I stopped. Instead, I pried open the floor boards and placed them there, in hopes that she would find them someday.
The faint sunlight now streamed through the window, reminding me that the world would soon be awakening. I sighed as I turned to go, but stopped to look at her once more.
Sleep on, my love, I thought, one more night, knowing I still love you. But never let anything make you forget. I love you, Bella, forever and always.
