New Moon
Edward leaves Bella
(When he writes the note for Charlie and takes all the things Bella would remind her about him.)
'You thought about all this over and over. It's the best for her.' I told myself again and again.
She'll be surprised and won't know what she's doing, maybe she'll get lost in the forest, so I'll write a note for Charlie about a walk in the forest. If she doesn't come back, he'll search her for sure. What if they won't find her? What if she'll die? I reminded myself not to think about all these questions that I had asked myself again and again the last days. I've made my decision. I'm going to leave her. It's the best for her.
I was in her room now. First of all I took all the presents we gave her to her birthday. Her birthday. Don't think about it. You have to do that now. For her.
I took the CD I made for her. I sighed. She was so happy about that little present. Every time she would hear or see it, it would remind her of me. Me, the dangerous vampire she loved. I also took the tickets for our travel to Jacksonville. I sighed again. It would have been fun to visit her mother. But that's over now. We're not going to Jacksonville together. Never.
Then I saw something lying on her desk. It was the scrapbook her mother sent her to her birthday. I saw it in the thoughts of Alice.
I opened it. On the first page was the photo she took to test her new camera. 'Edward Cullen, Charlie's kitchen, Sept. 13th stood under it. There was also the photo she took of me and Charlie the day after the party. Party – that was really not the right word for this. I sighed.
On the next page there was the photo Charlie took from Bella and me. But you couldn't see her. Just me. Why? It would be better if it had always been like this. Just me. And just her. Both alone. Not together.
Far away I heard the truck. I had to hurry up. I tore all the photos out of the scrapbook and put them under the floorboards of her room with the CD and the tickets. She'd never look there. I was sure about that.
I ran out of the house and closed it with the key.
I was standing there, waiting for the girl I loved to break her heart. And mine. I added to myself. I hated me for doing this. But I had no choice. I'd kill her if I didn't leave. And if I waited longer it would be even worse for her.
Then the truck came down the street. I thought to myself 'Don't get weak. Tell her the truth. It's better. It's right.'
She parked her car in front of Charlie's house and got out of her car.
That will be the most difficult thing I've ever done in my 'life' but it had to be. She's going to forgive and forget you one day. She's going to be happy again, maybe with another guy. I frowned when I thought this. But it was how it was. She was human and I was not. I was a monster.
And I was going to tell her that.
Now.
After this discussion I'll never see or smell her again.
Never.
All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
My first fanfiction. It's old.