If it was her, I would hang up. If it was Charlie, I would get the information I needed through subterfuge. I'd prove Rosalie's sick little joke wrong.

"Swan residence," answered a voice I'd never heard before. A man's husky voice, deep, but still youthful.

I didn't pause to think about the implications of that.

"This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I said, perfectly imitating my father's voice. "May I please speak to Charlie?"

"He's not here," the voice responded, and I was dimly surprised by the anger in it. The words were almost a snarl, but that didn't matter.

"Well, where is he then?" I demanded, getting impatient.

There was a short pause, as if the stranger wanted to withhold the information from me.

"He's at the funeral." the boy finally answered.

I shut the phone.

UNSEEING

My hand slid to the rim of the trash can next to my seat, gripping for some sort of support. Afraid of the reality that still seemed too impossible, it was more of a nightmare.

I felt my phone slide from my quivering fingertips and heard it clunk in the bottom of the trash can.

I looked unknowingly down at my body, wondering how I could still be in one piece. Maybe in hell I would still look the same as I remembered I did when I was on earth?

I couldn't remember how I died though. And the last place I remember was this seat in the airport…

Perhaps on earth when I went back to Bella to check on her…perhaps I did something there? Could it be true that leaving her again truly ended my miserable existence? That hell would not allow me my last glorious memory of seeing my Bella once more?

The man at the counter no longer looked cheerfully at me, eyeing me skeptically now he asked "Sir, can I get you something?"

'YOU can never get me what I want' I thought loathingly. Realizing that this may not be hell, just my own personal hell I stood up and strode away from the gate unaware of where my body was taking me.

As I turned the last corner by the bathrooms before heading down the hall that would lead back towards the sliding doors I heard my familiar ring tone coming from my cell phone that I had abandoned in the trash bin. My mind could see the man at the counter saunter over and dig in the trash looking for the source, thinking to himself that he should retrieve it and run after me.

This thought had my feet picking up my pace a bit, not so much that it would alarm the humans around me, but enough so he could not catch up to me.

There was nothing for me now. No want or need to be anywhere. The agony I have felt since I left my beautiful Bella…..

AGH! NO! I wanted to rip myself from my gut to my limbs. This was so clearly my fault.

She had promised! I could see it in her eyes when I left….a void, I was so afraid that she might try to hurt herself in some way, but I never would have thought it to be this extreme…. AND SHE PROMISED!

She was human, humans forget in time. I should have known, as I always have, my Bella never acts the way other humans do.

My head swam, eyes seeing nothing, I was nothing anymore, my angel has left this world to go to heaven.

A gray before my eyes tells me that my eyes must be open. Muffled sounds emanating from around me, but my mind, which has retreated so far into some dark unreachable corner, can't make out anything clearly anymore.

A pressure on my shoulder startled me and I jumped and twirled quickly away to be somewhere else. Looking back I saw a startled older woman frozen in shock, disbelief, standing next to a hole in a wall.

I quickly ascertained that the hole was the shape of my hand; the gray must have been the industrial carpet now beneath my feet. I must have been using the wall for support? It didn't matter.

Neither did the fact that this woman may know something was very wrong with me, in more ways than just in my head. The Volturi would care though. Our one law in my mythical world….to never reveal our existence to the human race….

Bella came rushing back into the forefront of my mind, yelling at me, "You must NEVER, NEVER, NEVER think of anything like that again!"

She promised….but I never did.

I could only hope, even if only in vain that hell would be better than here… in a world without Bella. It is a world that should cease to exist.

This train of thought guided my feet and brought me back to the small dark woman 'Tiana' at the front counter.

"I'm sorry Tiana, I need to reroute my flight to Rome please." The words slid from my lips, unaware that they were actually moving at all.