Title: Dear Alice

Rating: T

Summary: "Dear Alice, every night I write to you... If only I knew where to send those mails !"

After Edward and his family left, Bella feels the need to write to her best friend. A mail for every day Edward is away from her.

Disclaimer: The whole Twilight universe belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just borrowing its characters for a while. I promise I'll give them back.

Remember: English is not my first language so there'll probably be some mistakes. I'm doing my best to avoid them though.

A/N : I've just rewatched New Moon and the scene were Bella wrote mails to Alice just had to be done into a fic ! I'll try to post it every day, even though I can't promise anything. But I'll do my best. Also, some will be longer than the others. After all, a mail is not a page long^^

Dear Alice,

Today, I died. Your brother killed me.

You're not good for me, Bella. He said. What could I answer to that ?

You already know it, he left me. He told me he didn't loved me. He told me he lied to me during all those months. He told me he wouldn't forget me but that he'd be easily distracted.

Each word he said during this afternoon pierced my heart. Then he left, leaving me alone with my heart shattered in pieces. I tried to follow him, to reach him. How stupid ! I got lost. I wandered in the woods for several hours before falling to the floor.

I wanted to die. It would have been so much easier, so less painful. Just close my eyes and forget everything. Forget Edward's words, his coldness, my pain. Forget he'd just left, forget I wouldn't see him anymore. And that I wouldn't see you either.

I don't know for how long I stayed like that. I just know that after a while a Quileute found me, Sam. Sam Uley. He brought me back home, back to Charlie.

Apparently, everyone was looking for me. Why ? I don't know. What for ? I didn't wanted them to find me. I wanted to stay in the woods. I didn't wanted to come back.

Charlie watched over me all night long, answering the many phone calls we had. Everybody seemed to worry about me. There again, I didn't knew why. There wasn't left enough of me to be worth worrying about.

Jessica's mother has called as well. Fires had started in the Reservation. Charlie called Billy. It's the young Quileutes. They started those fires to celebrate. To celebrate your departure.

Charlie told me he heard Carlisle accepted a job in Los Angeles. As if you'd ever set a foot in such a sunny town.

I'm so tired, Alice. I feel like I'm drained. I've just came in my room and I've noticed that every stuff that reminded me of...you were gone. You've clean things up apparently.

It will be as if I'd never existed, he said. He kept his words.

And now, I'm the one who doesn't exist anymore.

Bella.

There you go ! If you like it, the following mail is already written, let me know !