Chapter Two: Leaving
(Edward PoV)
I had endangered her, I had hurt her, I had lied to her, and then I had left her, and nothing in the universe could pain me more than that. I wanted to turn around; to go back to her, to tell her that it was an unforgivable, stupid, selfish lie that I had told: that I didn't want her, that I didn't love her.
I heard her call my name, and it took all my hundred years worth of self control to stop myself from turning back; I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep running.
Because I did love her, with all that I was, and so much more, and that was why I had to leave; so that she could live and be happy, happy and human. Like she should be, like we all should be. And who knows? Maybe one day, many years into her future, she would realise: she would remember that I would love her, forever, maybe she would know, that I left for her, and maybe she would forgive me. One day.
I couldn't hear her now, but I could hear the distant rumbling of cars, I barely noticed.
Then I heard the forlorn howl of a wolf, echoing eerily around the misty forest. I stopped; the poor beast sounded terrified, and heartbroken. I gathered the wolf was a female, from the slight variation in pitch, which sounded so familiar to my ancient ears, which had heard the cries of hundreds of such predators, yet like nothing I had ever heard before; maybe I was going insane without Bella.
Frankly, I didn't care.
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