This is another one-shot. I seem to be quite attached to writing from Edward's POV, so I think there will be more of these one-shots from his perspective to come.

Set after Edward leaves in New Moon, he has no idea how to carry on with his existence...

Somehow, I managed to make my feet carry me as far as my meadow without turning back and begging her to take me back. I couldn't shake the image of her distraught face from my mind, and the pain deepened with every step I took. I threw myself onto the ground where Bella and I had spent that afternoon all those months ago, and let the sadness overwhelm me. I curled up into a ball and allowed the scream of fury which had been building up inside of me to come out. I don't know how long I screamed for. I couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to believe what I had told her. I couldn't believe that she had actually believed me when I had told her that I didn't love her anymore. There was nothing more absurd! I still wasn't fully sure that I would be able to survive without her. No, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to survive without her. As if there were any way I could survive without needing her in my life! But then, Bella always was too trusting of those around her. I myself was proof of that. She had believed that I was able to control myself to be around her - she had trusted me not to kill her. And, for the most part, she had been right. I hadn't killed her. Yet. I knew that this was for the best. I knew that Bella was much safer without me in her life, and what I wanted most was Bella safe. I had known that the pain would be unbearable, but I hadn't known that it would be as bad as this. I didn't know that I would be able to carry on existing. This pain was so much worse than the pain of Carlisle's vampire venom. Somehow, I managed to stop myself from running back to Forks and seeing Bella one last time. I knew that it would only intensify the pain. Eventually, I managed to make my legs move, and I turned my back on Forks, and the one reason for my existence, for the last time.