Okay, well this is my first story for the Twilight series. This is from New Moon after Edward is falsely told that Bella is dead. Sorry for it's short length.
Something was wrong.
It was as though a part of him was missing.
Something that could not be replaced, no matter how hard he tried.
Bella was gone.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
At first, he didn't believe it. He couldn't. He refused to.
But why would Rosalie lie about something so severe? She wouldn't, and he knew that. And that meant only one thing. His reason for living, his beautiful love, his sunshine and warmth was gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. Not even vampires could bring back the dead.
What was he to do now? His mind was in a daze and all he could think about was his precious Bella. How could this have happened? Of course, being away so long from her had done a great deal to him too, but he never once thought of taking his own life if Bella was still out there somewhere. If she was alive and well, he could find a way to live.
But obviously Bella couldn't handle being from him. He should've seen this coming. And he never should've left. That was the thing he would regret the rest of his existence. But his existence was going to be cut short. Soon.
He couldn't live without Bella. He wouldn't. What did he have to live for if she was dead? He had only thought about what would happen if he were in this situation just once. And even then, he could barely stand it. But he had to do it. It was the only way this pain would end.
And so his decision was made. He would do this as quickly as possible and soon, he would be back with his sweet Bella.
Where they're love would forever live on, and nothing could tear them apart ever again.
So hopefully you'll enjoy and review perhaps?