Edward pov.

"Edward, you got to come back home to Carlisle and Esme, you're a wreck! I saw you in my vision Edward and it wasn't a pretty picture. I saw you run out of some restaurant falling to your knee's saying damn music to yourself. You love music…"

I was sure that Alice was just going on and on and I couldn't talk to her at this moment so I hung up on her, not like she would notice. I knew she was right, I was a wreck, and that's why I avoided my family. I had to get better before I went to see my family. I don't think that was going to happen because there is no way I could get better, in less, no I couldn't go see her I promised.

It started to rain and I had no jacket so I decided to go into a café, I would have to listen to music but I had to try to get back to my normal life. Luckily they played music with no words which made it bearable. I ordered a coffee knowing I had to order something. Then the song changed to one with words. I listened cautiously.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

I ran out of the café and just as Alice had predicted, fell to my knee's whispering damn music to myself. I couldn't help it, the song was to much for my mind to handle. She came to my mind, her smile, her laughter, her kiss and then her tears. It was unbearable, no worse. If only I could cry and experience the pain she was in. Then I realized that there was no other way, I had to see my Bella again. I decided I would call to at least check up oh her first; I wouldn't talk to her but Charlie. Before I could think about what I was going to say my hands grabbed the cell phone and dialed the number that I knew to well but before I could press the talk button my phone began to ring. Overly excited, thinking that somehow it could somehow be my love, I pressed talk.

"Edward…"

It was a huge mistake. I knew without a doubt that it was Rosalie and I also knew nothing good ever came out of her mouth. I was about to hang up on her but she continued on.

"It's Bella."

I couldn't breath, not like I needed to, and I knew if my heart could still beat it would stop. If nothing good came out of Rosalie's mouth, there was no doubt I would go see my Bella.

"Alice saw her jump off a cliff. I'm sorry Edward, she's dead."

I couldn't move my body or I would have crushed the phone. I was wrong for once; I wouldn't go see my love.

"You know Edward, Tanya's mate died and I hear she still likes you. Its time that you get over Bella."

The anger flooded threw me which enabled me to move again. I threw my cell phone into a garbage can while trying to get what was just told to me threw my head. Then I remembered it was Rosalie who told me this. Nasty, lying Rosalie. I ran to the nearest phone booth and yet again dialed the number I knew far to well.

"Swan residence." An unfamiliar voice answered. Who was he?

"Yes, hello this is Cullen. Would Charlie happen to be there?"

"He's not here." The man said flatly.

"May I inquire where he is?"

"He's at the funeral."

One thing went threw my mind. I crushed the phone in agony. My poor Bella. There was only one possible thing I could do. There was point in living anymore anyways; I vowed I would not live in a world without my love and her existence was barely keeping me alive this long. I had to go see the Volturi.