I got in the car and started driving. I knew exactly where I was headed to, and I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't pull myself away from him.

My old car wound through the green forest until I saw the opening I had to turn into. It was so familiar, but something was different. The colours were dull, the sun wasn't as bright, basically, everything seemed…dead.

I pulled up to the white mansion and looked it over. The outside was just the same, but like everything else, it seemed somewhat dead. I walked over to the window and cupped my hands over my eyes so I could peer in.

The house was empty. The furniture was gone, the television was gone, and everything was gone. I wasn't sure if it was easier to see the house empty so that the memories weren't as strong, or if it hurt more knowing that he was gone forever. That this was not some nightmare I could wake up from.

I walked over to the door and twisted the knob hesitantly. It swung open with a little push. I stayed in the frame of the door, scared to enter. I looked around. Empty.

I took one step in, and right after I did, I wished I hadn't. The tears came thick and heavy down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away but more kept coming I tried to hold the sobs back, but it was too hard. I clutched at my sides, for the hole in my stomach was ripping.

I kept walking through the house. The once beautiful kitchen was completely empty, the living room was also empty, even the glass wall was covered up with what seemed like metal.

I stopped short, wondering what the hell am I doing here? Am I trying to push myself back into the zombie state I was in not too long ago? Had I turned masochistic- I stopped short, remembering Edward –flinch- comparing himself to a sick, masochistic lion. I was just a feeble lamb… a stupid one at that.

Thinking about the past made the hole in my stomach rip even more than I ever thought possible. It was like someone was dragging me across daggers that were so sharp they could cut easily through vampire skin – I stopped again.

I walked over to where the grand piano used to be. I remembered him playing my lullaby the first time I came to visit the Cullen family. Nothing was wrong then, everything…fit. Life was perfect…too perfect.

I walked away from the sad sight and started slowly walking up the curling stairs, holding onto the banister as I went. The smooth wood was familiar under my hand. Could it really have been five months since I was last here? That was hard to believe, the fact that it was so long ago and yet everything seemed so clear. The pain as well.

When I reached the top of the stairs I paused again. The walls were bare, and I was surprised that the light bulbs were still in place. Why was I surprised that this floor was the same as the last…empty? Carlisle's beautiful wooden cross I remembered was gone too.

I continued walking. I stopped at the end of the hallway – his room.

I placed my shaky hand on the knob, but didn't twist yet. I was scared…scared that if I entered his room that the pain would increase. I most likely right. I sucked in a sharp breath, twisted the brass knob, and pushed. The door swung open easily. The sight in front of me ripped me apart.

The hole in my stomach hurt more than ever. I threw my arms around my torso and tried to focus on breathing. It was hard to do with my uncontrollable crying. Even though everything was wet and blurry, I could still see everything.

Everything was still in place. The walls weren't stripped, the couch was still there, along with the radio and C.D.'S he owned, even the small things were still there. His rug lay dusty on the floor; a couple of books were lying in the corners of his room. One book caught my attention – Wuthering Heights.

The glass wall wasn't covered up in this room. The gold curtains draped on either sides of it. I was only two steps in when I spotted something on his C.D. shelf that made me sob even more.

It was a picture of him and me. It was on my birthday, the picture was took place in Charlie's kitchen. Edward –wince- looked so happy. Happy with me. I stroked my hand across his beautiful face. The memory I had of him was foggy, and didn't complete his perfection. The picture was much different. He looked amazing, like he was right there, right now.

If only. I thought. But what good would that do? Having him back? It wouldn't do anything except crush my already broken heart. He would feel the same as he did when he left five months ago. No different.

I was so melodramatic, but it was true, he would feel the same.

I walked around his room some more. I spotted his opened closet and checked to see what was there. All of his clothes were still there, and then I spotted a piece of paper folded up on the floor.

I picked up the tattered paper and unfolded it. Edward's neat writing was on it. It read:

Bella,

I should do this in person –as it is the formal way to do things- but, I think it'd be best if I did not have to see you. What we had was not what it appeared to be. I do not love you, I never have, I never will. You are a human –mere food to me. I think it's best that I just leave, stop ruining your life, and move on. Most of the boys at school are just dying to get their chance with you. I am not one of them I am sorry, but I must go now. It's better for both of us. I don't have to keep lying, and …

It was all crossed-out. It ripped me apart knowing that he had planned his decision perfectly. He had written it, probably recited it.

I kneeled on the floor, sobbing. I was amazed that I still had tears left from crying so much. I got up though, and started walking around. I sat down on the couch and grabbed a book. After an hour or so, I got bored and started looking around again.

I looked at the stereo and saw a shiny silver CD in it. I pressed the silver play button. The music that came out of the speakers made me sob hysterically. It was my lullaby.

I fell to the floor, sobbing, holding my sides, and gasping for air. Memories flooded my brain. It was the first time I had gone to the Cullen's and Edward brought me to his piano and started playing a happy song, then the song turned into something slower. Edward told me I was the one he had created it after.

The memory made me sob even more. Is this physically possible?! I thought tiredly to myself. I was exhausted. All the driving, regaining my friendship with Angela and Mike. Everything was blurry –not because of the tears but because of the sleep deprivation- and I let my head fall to the floor.

I cried myself to sleep within minutes.

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A/N – I know it's short, but I just wanted to see if you guys liked it. The chapters will get longer but this is just to test it out. THANKS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!

-jenna009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~