Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I have no monay!

Summary: Bella swore to herself when she boarded the plane to Los Angles that she would have an amazing spring break. You know the magical ones you watch at the movies. She got more than she bargained for when she met rebel without a cause Edward. With a week filled with parties, drugs, new friends and eternal heartbreak – she was about to learn to be careful what you wish for because you just might get it all.

Warnings: Character death.

Author's Note: So…this is my first story. Be gentle please. :D My plan is to break this up by seven (eight including the prologue I guess) chapters. One for each day. I know it's pretty short, but later chapters will make up for that. Trust me.

Enjoy! R&R

/ Prologue /

The waves made ambient noise as they crested on to the shore. The seagulls made shrill calls as they circled around. The call from the lighthouse echoed throughout the night.

Bella couldn't hear any of that. She barely could hear anything over the sound of her own misery. Her clothes were soaked at this point. She didn't care about that. She was also covered in blood. She didn't care about that either - especially since it wasn't her own.

She felt numb. She should be crying. But the tears didn't come. All she could feel was stabbing heart-wrenching pain. All she wanted was to be happy - how was she going to be happy without him. He was everything. How could he just leave her like this? How could he shatter her so completely? It wasn't fair.

Bella pulled the body closer to her. She pressed her face into the boy's neck - he still smelled of cigarette smoke and bar soap. Even now. But there was also the undeniable stench of blood that lingered over them. Taking over the rest as if it was a weed in a garden full of roses. No matter how hard you tried to get rid of it - the scent still remained.

She coughed harshly - an after effect of the mist from a wave that was particularly salty - her throat hurt. But she didn't get up. She covered his mouth as more coughs came over her. Bella looked down at the blood on her hands - she had long given up trying to save him hours ago. Had it only been a few hours ago? It seemed like a lifetime.

Edward's face was pale - but in a way it was still vibrant. His jubilance still shone through. He looked peaceful - how fitting for a dead man. His body was slumped against Bella - weighed down by death and the water that had surrounded them. The sand stuck to his forehead and his shirt had changed into a sickening dark maroon.

But Bella still wasn't swayed. He couldn't be dead - he wasn't. He was going to greet her with that same lopsided grin and mischievous eyes. He would wake up and tease Bella about taking things too seriously.

Bella gripped Edward's body tightly. She pushed his face into him. Willing some of the carefree happiness from his fleeting life to comfort her. To make her believe everything would be okay. She lifted his head up and watched the moon hover over them. Digging her hands into his arms and holding on like her life depended on it. Her last shred of sanity. Would she ever be okay again? Would she smile - laugh? She didn't think so.