I woke up to an empty room and an empty heart. Edward wasn't where he usually

was; I was lying alone in bed. After a few groggy thoughts ran through my head, I focused onto one: where was he? Instantly the little alarm went off in my mind and I started to panic.

Throwing off the covers I glanced around my barren room, searching for some sort of evidence of him. What was going on? He never left me without saying something. He would've told me if he was out hunting; so were could he be?

Something caught my eye near my computer desk. Curious and praying for some sort of sign, I rushed over to it without thinking. A piece of paper lay there with his too perfect for this century handwriting scrawled over it. I read it through once–surprised at the message–then read it again. By the third time it finally sank in. With a gasp I clutched the note in my hand, unbelieving.

Just when I thought my perfect Edward could not get more perfect, he did something to prove me wrong. Not sure what to do with it, I almost decided to fold it and keep it in my pocket. But then, I realized, I'd been making a colossal crease in the middle of his faultless script, utterly ruining it. Then there was also the fact that I'd mostly likely forget it and I'd run it through the washer. Sighing, I realized I had to part with it for the day. Reluctantly, I carefully laid the note under my pillow, so that Charlie wouldn't happen to stumble upon it and so that I could read it any time.

I couldn't help but grin as I left my room to start breakfast for Charlie and me. Days without Edward were usually torture. But it's only a few hours, I reminded myself. His words still carried with me though, bringing a small light into the darkness of the void I felt without him. I'd see him soon; he had promised in his note. And, unheedingly, my mind began to wander back to the hidden message under my pillow upstairs:

Dawn of Temptation

Still in sleep
Yet she weeps
Love for soul
Love's the toll
She stirs once more
And shivers at core
She shakes untamed
I hold her frame
She sighs lightly
I clutch tightly
The weeping stops
The shaking drops
A name is spoken
A heart is broken
The dark is disturbed
She sounds perturbed
The name sounds again
Where her thoughts been?
I whisper so hushed
Though it not rushed
Now she calms down
Now only slight frown
Again the name came
This time more tame
I sighed in deep love
Wrapped her in tight hug
The sleeping form moaned
Inside I have groaned
The temptation is endless
To one who is friendless
Hope is all gone
Until she does yawn
Forever store sight
As it gets light
The Dawn has arrived
From it I derive
Sun's rising up
Inside it corrupts
Outside it gleams
Blood sun it seems
Her face is now still
The light it does trill
Her mind wanders deep
As I ponder her sleep
Her love is all there
I take it with care
Her breath is now deep
Her warmth always seeps
Temptation's not new
Inside there's dark hue
Thirst strong within
As the new dawn begins
The calm's interrupt
With name that's corrupt
She speaks with such love
As if it heaven above
She snuggles in dream
It seems there's a theme
And once again it is heard
From sweet lips emits 'Edward'

I'm sincerely sorry for not giving you notice beforehand, Bella. I must step out for a few hours. If you need anything, Alice is at the house. I promise I won't be long; I doubt I can stay away from my soul for too long. I love you.