AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first story... I'm a serious slacker, so I may never finish this. Also, my imagination sort of died recently.
Hopefully my imagination can be revived somehow... Who knows?
BELLA's Point Of View:
"Edward…"
He didn't respond. I let out a short sigh of lost hope. I hurt him. A lot.
It was earlier in a conversation, that I told him I hated him. It came out of nowhere, and I know I didn't mean it - but I said it - and it hurt him. It hurt me just as well.
"Edward, please...please…" I choked over the second 'please'; a vampires grace was limited almost entirely to physical means, not emotional, nor verbal for that matter.
"Bella," he said my name so softly. I melted at the calm, loving tone. "Bella, do you want to leave me?" He asked.
Oh god no. "No!" I cried out.
If I could cry, I'd have to apologize for flooding the world. (a/n: I'm very aware that this is a cheesy line!)
"Edward! Never in a million years would I leave your side," I couldn't contain the extreme sadness that enveloped me. Not only would it kill him if I left, but it'd kill me too. Hasn't he realized that after all this time? After he left me to "save" me – after Jacob practically forced the images of my broken soul into his mind? I tugged at my shield, to pull it inwards so he could hear my thoughts. He must know.
Edward, I would never leave you. Please… I wasn't thinking when I said that. I don't even know where it came from… Honestly, it shocked me too and hearing those words come out of my mouth is like a dagger to a human heart. God, Edward… You are my heart. Hurting you hurts me.
His frown turned upwards, but only to become a thin straight line. No smile.
…Ouch. Maybe I should go… He'd probably be better off without me around.
He caught that unexpected thought. I forgot to release the hold on my shield. Hm. I snapped it back into place, looking away with a dramatic flip of my hair. Being dramatic always got him talking.
Edward sighed, and I heard his swift departure.
Don't follow. Don't follow. Don't follow.
I tried to restrain myself. I gripped the edge of the table.
When I accidentally snapped a wooden chunk out of it, I threw myself towards the door.
It'll only upset him more if you follow, Bella, don't be stupid. DON'T FOLLOW HIM.
I glided out of the cabin, and followed him to the main house.
A/N: I go off topic A LOT. The next chapter may end up exposing my crappy focus. I may end up writing this whole thing in Bella's POV. I'm still not sure.
