CHAPTER 1
Two months later...
Edward rolled on to his back and stretched. His muscles felt so sore...unused.
Where the hell was he?
He lolled his head around, blinking to clear the sleep from his eyes. He fixated on random items around the room before he realized that he was at Mike's apartment, which means he hadn't gone home last night. Oh well, what was done can't be undone. He sighed and slid out of bed, gasping when his head spun, his brain grating against his skull.
"Fuck."
He stumbled past the sleeping blondes and into the bathroom. He studiously avoided the mirror as he went through the cabinets for Mike's stash of pain-relievers. He didn't need to reminded of the failures he already knew of. With a shaking hand, he poured a few pills into his open palm before lifting that palm to his lips, swallowing the pills dry. He slid against the counter until his ass reached the floor, and he let his head fall back against the wood. He forced his burning eyes close, rejoicing as the numbness settled within him. If there's one thing that he'd learned over the weeks was that nothing was so much better than...everything.
No more guilt, pain, regret. No more responsibilities. No more heartache. No more Bella.
Nothing.
Just him and his weightless, wandering thoughts.
This was what Edward imagined death to be.
The beginning of 'Revolution' echoed in his mind as he slipped off into a slumber. The last thing he remembered was the familiar tingle in the tips of his fingers.