I know I've already done a story like this BUT that was two/three years ago. I can't update it as I just stare at it now and can't remember where I was heading so I'm sorry. But, here we go.

Edwards POV.
Inspiration: Ave Maria - Beyonce.


I rolled my neck in a clockwise direction and then rolled it back. Bringing my hands up I rubbed at every inch of my face trying to create some life in my meaningless existence. Nothing happened. I still felt as broken and exhausted as I did every day since I'd left Forks 200 years ago. I got up and walked to the fridge, pulling out a coke bottle full of mountain lion blood. Since I had no energy to hunt much these days, I just took everything I could when I did have to go 'grocery shopping.' I walked back over to the living room and sat down on the stained couch. Picking up the remote I flicked on the television and before I could comprehend, the blood was all over the floor and my dirty shoes.

She was lost in so many different ways
Out in the darkness with no guide
I know the cost of a losing hand
Never for the grace of God, Oh, I

My mouth wouldn't close itself as I stared at the unforgettable face on my TV screen.

I found Heaven on Earth
You were my last, my first
And then I hear this voice inside
Ave Maria

How was this possible? She should be dead.. She should have been dead more than a hundred years ago...

I've been alone
When I'm surrounded by friends
How could the silence be so loud?
But I still go home knowing that I've got you
There's only us when the lights so down

Yet it was her. There was my love. Long, chocolate, curly hair cascading past her shoulders. A microphone in her hand singing infront of my face.

Sometimes love can come and pass you by
While you're busy making plans
They suddenly hit you and then you realise
It's out of your hands, baby, you've got to understand

As impossible as I knew it was, her scent came back to me as if she was standing directly in front of me.

You are my Heaven on Earth
You are my last, my first
I always hear this voice inside
Ave Maria

I was blown away as she finished the song. There was loads of clapping coming from the screen and I fell to my knees, pressing my hands against the close up they showed of her as she smiled and waved.

"There she is Ladies and Gentlemen. Isabella Swant. The new voice of music." The presenter announced as the image panned from Bella back to the presenter.
"Bella.." I whispered to myself as every ounce of the hurt lifted from my body. She was alive.

She was alive.

She was alive...?

Each time my mind repeated it, it sounded stranger. I grabbed the remote and rewound the image. As it reached the close up of her, I paused it and stared at it. She was so beautiful. Her hair, her skin, even her golden eyes. That was the explination obviously. She was no longer 'alive.' She was dead. But she was still here.

I picked myself up off the floor and walked slowly to the bedroom. Opening the drawers of my wardrobe, I grabbed my money and keys and headed towards my car outside.

If she was alive, I was going to go to her.


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