Ok here is a new story! :) title is a song from Lifehouse - From Where You are.
I own nothing, Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
SUMMARY - BxE-Edward is a novelist and is traveling to experience other cultures around the world, but this opportunity came with one catch-he had to go alone! At home he left his wife who has a secret. The only contact she has from him is his postcards!
Bella, my love
"always, always in my mind – not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself – but as my own being" (Wuthering Heights)
Today I am in Sydney as I am sure you can see from my postcard. Its been a week and I am missing you like crazy, you are always on my mind and I can hardly concentrate on the world around me.
Sydney itself is amazing. Beautiful, warm and exciting but its nothing without you!
I hope you know that I love you my Bella…My Beautiful Bella.
I will write soon! I love you!
My heart is yours and I left it with you!
Edward
This is when it began. Edwards first postcard arrived a week after he left. On the front of the postcard was a picture of the harbour bridge. It looked incredible.
Edward has been sent away for the best part of the year ahead and that reality is killing me. It feels like a part of me has gone with him, and I no longer feel whole or complete…
A single tear ran escaped my eye as i read the postcard and I swatted it away. No – I wouldn't cry. He is safe, he is well and he loves me, "My heart is yours and I left it with you" I couldn't ask for more…well yes, yes I could, I could ask for him to be here, but I wont! Writing is his thing, his passion, his escape in life. It's the thing he enjoys and now he is away exploring the world to learn more about different cultures and see different places.
When his editor explained the details of this trip he informed us of how Edward had to go without his phone, laptop and any means of contacting the me or anyone back home for nearly a year on a trip around the world. He was to get a different experience of the world, a world that is not reliant on phones and technology but that prospect was killing me slowly. Edward was my life, my reason for breathing and surviving and to be a part from him would be hell, but I had to do this for him.
* phone rings *
"Hello"
"Bella, how are you love?" the sweet, kind voice of my mother in law broke the silence.
"Hi, Esme. How are you?"
"Im fine Bella dear, but more importantly, how are you holding up?" typical Esme, putting others before herself. I really did love this woman.
"I'll be ok, don't worry about me. Its just strange you know?"
"I know dear but just hold in there! This year will fly by and Edward will be home before you know it!" I could hear the kind smile coming through in her voice and I could feel the stab at my heart at the sound of his name. I can't do this. I can't talk to her and hear his name right now.
* yawn *
"Esme, thank you for ringing but if im honest, I really just want to go to bed. Im tired and its been a long day! Do you mind?"
"No Bella dear. You get your rest and I'll call round this week and we can go for coffee. Talk soon"
"Sounds great! Bye Esme"
I hung up. I felt awful for doing this to her but I couldn't talk to her right now, I could hear her talk about him. I know I am making it out as if he has died but I miss him so much, im just finding it hard to bear it but I know it will get better! It will get easier.
I picked up the postcard and re-read one of my favourite quotes from Wuthering Heights. "always, always in my mind – not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself – but as my own being" It describes Edward and I, I feel but in a different way to Cathy and Heathcliff. I suppose you could say it describes our situation right now.
I changed for bed, got washed and climbed into bed. Suddenly I felt like I was about to hurl. I ran to the bathroom and only just made it to the toilet. Once I was done I picked myself up off the floor, brushed my teeth and climbed back into bed. What was wrong with me, I was never sick and when I was Edward would have held my hair when I was sick and drew circles onto my back as I went to sleep but no Edward for a year. Ugh, I wished for sleep and lay, waiting for sleep to come. I pushed the sick feeling out of my mind.
'Edward, I love you. Night night!'
Ok so this is a new story. I think its slightly different but please please please let me know your thoughts!! =]
even just answer me one question,
'do i continue or give up now?'
YES or NO
please review!!
Emma