Ok, this idea was swirling in my brain, so I decided to start writing it, and see how it would end up.
Summary: What if Bella had attempted suicide when Edward was saying goodbye to her? How would this have changed things?
Disclaimer: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters
Prologue
BPOV
As he said those words, the last words that he would say to me, I slid my hands into the pocket of my jeans. My fingers encountered something round and hard. As my hand reached in further I realized that it was a bottle of pills. How had it gotten there? I couldn't remember anything through the heavy haze that was floating in my mind, but I assumed that I had unknowingly stuffed it there a few days ago, just in case I needed some pain medication at school when my arm would hurt. I hadn't placed it back in the medicine cabinet yet.
"So this is the last time I will see you, right?" I verified, my voice barely above a whisper.
Edward's eyes were emotionless, his face blank. "Yes, that is correct." His tone was expressionless, almost bored, but not quite.
"Ok, then." I pulled out the bottle of Tylenol, unscrewing the cap. It seemed like I was having an out-of-body experience as I poured a handful of tablets into my palm and dumped them into my mouth. My movements were graceful, without hesitation. There was not one ounce of fear in my body. I was strangely calm.
I swallowed them as I shoved another handful into my mouth.
A swirling fog started creeping from the edges of my mind, incapacitating every millimeter that it enshrouded.
I never thought that I would die like this.
Before I came to Forks, I'd always thought that I would die an old lady, maybe surrounded by my friends and family. I'd imagined that I would die in my sleep, peaceful, drifting away from this world and into the next.
But after I'd met Edward, up until this moment, I'd hoped for an eternity with Edward, a world where I would never die, a world where I would spend my time blissfully happy with Edward.
A single, lonely tear slid down my cheek as my fantasy was shattered.
As I drifted from consciousness, I felt a pair of strong, cool arms wrap around me before I could hit the ground.
I smiled one last smile as I felt sucked into the endless blackness.
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