.yawn. Damn, I'm tired! It's still kinda early so I have no idea why I'm sleepy, but I am. This story came out of sudden inspiration and just like the rest of my stories, I have no outline. I'm making this up as I go along, but I basically have an idea of I'm doing. I think.

Whatever. This is an Alternate Universe (AU) and All Human (AH). Some characters might be Out Of Character (OOC), you'll just have to deal with it because I write whatever the hell I want. Don't ask why I'm explaining what all the fan-fic talk means, because I don't know either; I'm just doing it 'cuz I feel like it.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the author that owns all the copyrights related to Twilight. I, however, own a copy of Twilight.

~*~ Bella ~*~

I had excepted the fact that even though I loved him that he couldn't be mine. I had excepted that fact with good graces up until this point.

He had been my best friend for years, and in the moments we had spent together, he had stolen my heart. He was always my safe harbor and anchor to the world, and we even tried dating. In my opinion, it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, and I loved every moment of it. He had claimed he felt the same, and even claimed that he loved me. During that point in my life, I was ecstatic and was almost positive I was going to get my happy ending of marrying him.

But that didn't happen.

It never happened because a beauty with brown eyes and bronze curls stole his heart. I was never mad, no matter how much I had the right to be. He remained my best friend but stopped all romantic activities what-so-ever as he pursued his beauty and true love. I was the odd ball out.

I loved him, and he broke my heart - I never once shed a tear in his presence.

She deserved him and he deserved her. This was how things were supposed to happen.

I, however, couldn't stop the waterfall of tears that spilled over my cheeks as I watched the newly married couple walk down the aisle, smiles on their faces.

But wasn't my behavior acceptable considering the circumstances? I was watching the only man I ever loved and one of my closest friends about to start the rest of their lives together; wasn't I supposed to be a total wreck?

I walked out of the chapel where the wedding was being held and made a beeline for my truck - the tears still flowing freely over my face, but a fake smile plastered on my lips. I slammed the door to my truck shut and hit reverse as fast as I could, letting the despair I had been feeling since six months ago when they announced their engagement overwhelm me. I didn't stay for the wedding reception or any more things involving the wedding - they would be unwelcome reminders of how I no longer had him - as I sped down the highway toward my father's home.

I needed to leave this place. I needed to get out of here and continue my life without pain, without reminders. I no longer had a reason to stay in my dainty little town of Forks. I was graduated from college with an English degree, and I had more than enough money in my savings to move. The only friends I had in this town had just gotten married, and my father could take care of himself - I had already moved out of house twice in the past. Everything in this town would provide reminders of how my life could have been but wasn't - I didn't want that; I didn't need it.

Through my tears and the ever existent rain, I could see my father's house. I parked my truck violently on the driveway and sprinted to the door - something that would have been a treacherous thing in any other circumstances, but I didn't have time for my clumsy episodes. Before I knew how I had done it, I was past fumbling with the keys at the door and was staring at my bedroom.

The tears kept flowing freely, and I did nothing to stop them - what was the point? A sob broke through my lips as I grabbed my two suitcases from the top of my closet and started throwing all of my possessions into them. I yanked and pulled against hangers and drawers that wouldn't allow my clothing to be easily thrown into my bags. I grabbed my rarely used debit and credit cards from their hiding spot I had stashed them in and threw them into my purse.

After fighting with the zipper in one of my suitcases, I stood up from the floor of my bedroom and hauled my belongings down the stairs. My tears hadn't stopped, but the anguish and pain that I felt was being overcome by a strange determination within me to leave this town and forget everything.

That was exactly what I was going to do.

I was leaving, and I wasn't coming back. I was going to get over this heartache and start a new life for myself. I'd go somewhere where the sun shinned regularly. I'd start a career for myself. I'd make a life worth living. I'd forget.

As I caught sight of the wedding invite on the refrigerator's door, a whole new wave of pain swept through me. I fought it off with my newly found determination.

I dragged my luggage outside to my truck and stepped in. The engine roared to life, and I quickly reversed and headed toward the nearest airport.

Florida. I would go to Florida. My mother lived there, and I'd be able to plan out my life thoroughly from the comfort of her home. I didn't want to spend my life mourning a love that would never be, so I wouldn't. There wasn't any logic in doing so.

As I passed the boundaries of Forks, I couldn't help but smile slightly. I was going to start a new life. I was leaving all my painful memories behind. And I was going to be able to see the sun more than a few times a year.

Most importantly, I was leaving Jacob Black. My first love. My best friend. My shoulder to cry on.

He was the reason I was doing this. I just would never be able to stand his pitiful gaze when he looked at me and realized I still had feelings for him. But most of all, I wouldn't be able to stand the love that would be oozing out of him and his new wife, my only friend besides Jacob in Forks, Renesmee. She was a lovely girl, and I knew she deserved someone like Jacob to make her happy. I could never be mad at her for ruining my chance at happiness - I always thought her happiness was more vital than mine, and she truly did deserve someone who would love her unconditionally in her life.

My tears finally stopped flowing after a couple more minutes on the road, and I grinned. I'd be able to forget everything. I'd be able to forget all the years I'd wasted in that godforsaken town. I'd be able to do something enriching with my life. I'd be able to go along with my day without mourning.

I'd be able to forget Jacob Black. I'd be able to forget any love I thought I felt for him and start something...new.

For one brief moment, the setting sun came out of the clouds and shinned on my face. I was making the right choice, and I knew it.

Who's mad at me and who actually likes this? Anyone? I know it's a bit depressing but I'm getting to the real plot soon; don't you worry!

Who figured it out from the very beginning that I was talking about Jacob? How many of you thought I was talking about Edward? Who realized I meant Renesmee when I first said "...brown eyes and bronze curls"? Please answer these questions and tell me what you think by pressing that little review button.

Oh, and for all of my readers of my other story "The Academy" who are waiting for an update, I'm working on it.

Please Review!

|
\/