Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction so, sorry if it sucks, please let me know what I should work on to make it better.
Summary: Around 4 months after he left Bella decides it would be a good idea to leave Forks and start over somewhere new. What happens when Bella moves to "The Windy City" and sees the Cullens once again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
BPOV
It's been four months since he left. I couldn't say his name, it hurt too much. I wish I could say that i've done what he has asked of me, you know stayed out of trouble, and have a happy life. Well, I failed at both of those. For starters. I've been hanging out with my werewolf best friend Jacob Black and his friends, did I mention HE'S A WEREWOLF! Something I know for a fact that he would not approve of. And as for the happy life part, I don't think that he understands that I can't be happy without him.
When he first left I was nothing, I was nothing but a shell of what I once was, I didn't talk to anyone, I just stayed in my room hoping he would come back through my window and beg for my forgiveness, he never did.
A couple weeks after he left, I started acting a little less like the walking dead and more like an actual person. A little. I started talking to Charlie again, but only if he spoke to me first. Charlie was worried about me, I could see this whenever he woke me up from one of my many nightmares. I would scream in my sleep, which would cause Charlie to wake up and he would come running into my room and wake me up. I would then apologize to him for waking him up and he would go back to bed, this became a nightly routine. Poor Charlie.
A month or so after he left I started hanging out with Jacob and quickly found out that he was a werewolf. Jacob tried pushing me away, but being my selfish, stubborn self I was and I wouldn't let him. I ended up spending almost all of my time on the reservation with Jake and his pack mates Embry and Quil. Sometimes we would go for a walk on the beach, or work on the dirt bikes I got for us to fix up and ride, or something as boring as doing our homework.
Things were better than they were at first, but they still weren't good.