Pending

by ellseigh

It was a mutual break-up. Six months later, Bella is slapped in the face with the reality that she may never touch the happiness that she had with Edward again. Beginning at the end. Ending at the beginning. Do you want to know their story?

"No."

She hears the line click as he hangs up. Stunned, she sits there waiting for him to call back and tell her he's joking. That he wants her and regrets the past six months they've spent separated. That he is willing to try again.

For her the memory of the night they broke up is seared into her mind. How she's managed to ignore the memory for so long she'll never know. She remembers very little of what was actually said; only remembering the stupid reasoning behind why she wanted to end it. The reasons she never told him. The reasons that she is sure that if she had told him he would've shown her how dumb they were and all of this wouldn't have happened.

She's not sure what it was about today, but everything she did six months ago—breaking ties with him and, essentially, lying to him about why—it all came crashing down on her. The realization that she is still in love with him crushed her and, finally broken, she called him begging to know if he cared for her in any way resembling how he felt about her six months ago. He beat around the bush for a bit claiming that he's just not interested and doesn't want to date, but she needed a yes or no. And she told him that. And she received a quick, whispered "no." He paused waiting for her to say something some thing in reply, and then hung up because of her sudden silence.

Now she sits, staring at the phone, wondering why she ever thought she could be strong enough to lose him and realizing that, with forcing him to answer her, she may have lost him forever.