So I had originally decided to write the entire story in BPOV but I suddenly felt like I needed to give a little bit of EPOV in order to make more clear the choices I've made in this rewrite of New Moon. So to explain: Edward says in canon that he was close to coming back, just to check on Bella. So what if he was planning that? What if he got the phone call at that moment? Just playing around with some details. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Please review! Lots of people reading, I would love to hear your thoughts and comments!

EPOV

The sun slowly rose, it traveled across the sky, and then it just as slowly set. Then it was darkness, seemingly eternal, until the sun rose again the next morning to begin its irreversible cycle. I wished that it would stop flaunting its cheery sunshine. It would always be night for me, a night without stars or moon, without reason. Without Bella. I rested my head against the wall behind me, my eyes closed. To any other observer, I must have looked dead. I felt dead. My heart, though it had not beat in decades, felt deformed, misshapen, broken, missing some essential piece that I had left in the rainy town of Forks.

It was torture to think of her, but my mind never let me think of anything else. Even during the months of tracking Victoria, Bella had always been there in the back of my mind. It was a physical pain to think of her, but I was a masochist after all. Hadn't I proved that with my inability to leave her alone in the first place?

My eyes slowly opened and I stared out the window before me, facing to the northwest. Sometimes, I imagined that if I stared long and hard enough, I would be able to see across the thousands of miles to Forks, to Bella. I knew I would not be that lucky, that luck, fate, fortune had deserted me forever. I had had my moments of happiness; now I would live the rest of my lifetime, or Bella's lifetime in all honesty, in darkness.

Just imagining seeing her one more time, checking to make sure she was safe and happy, had me wanting to leap off the floor and run north as quickly as I had ever run. Without realizing it, I was on my feet, my hands against the window as I looked out over the city in the soft evening light. I bowed my head as an onslaught of thoughts and memories hit me, washed over me again, as they had so many times through the last painful seven months. My knees actually buckled and I dropped to the floor with a moan, unable to banish the images in my head. I didn't want to think anymore, didn't want to see these images…and yet I did. Bella watching me across the cafeteria, laying in our meadow, resting on my back as I ran through the forest, murmuring in her sleep as she curled against my chest. So many memories, now like bullets striking my body. They were just as painful. Harder memories came: the smell of her strawberry scented hair, the delicious scent that was purely her, the heat of her body pressed against mine, our lips moving gently, the sound of her heart pounding. And then the worst memories: hearing her heartbeat falter as she lay on the studio floor, listening to her agonizing screams that tore through my body, biting through her soft skin and drinking her blood. Then more recent: throwing her backwards, hearing the crash of plates and her cry of pain, smelling the blood for a split second before I cut off my air, rushing to protect her from Jasper, afraid for her life and yet wanting to turn around and drink myself. I buried my head in my hands, trying to push the memories from my mind. But more just came: leaving her as she fled to Phoenix, promising to stay with her in the hospital, running from her in the woods that day, her wide chocolate eyes shocked but resigned as she absorbed my lies as truth.

I felt myself begin to sob without tears and then just as suddenly launch into a familiar rage. I stood, throwing myself at the window, smashing through the glass with a cry, the pieces dropping into harmless shards on the floor. My hands glistened slightly in the dim early evening light and I stepped back into shadow, my chest heaving. One hand brushed the table and I glanced down out of habit. My cell phone sat there, unused for so long. I hadn't answered it in a while and I suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. Esme and Carlisle would be worried, Alice too. I should call and make sure they were all right. Or maybe I could go visit, just briefly, and then disappear again. I tried to ignore the fact that this would put me back in the continental US, closer to Bella. Maybe I could head over to Forks, just briefly, just to make sure she was settled, maybe hear what college she had decided to go to. I wouldn't be interfering, just gathering information. It would be so easy; she would never know I had been there. Keeping tabs, making sure she was safe, that no other monsters had come into her life.

I felt suddenly panicked. What if something had happened? I hadn't heard any news from Alice in a long time. What if she didn't know what was happening, that everything was safe for her? What if, and my head buzzed with rage at the thought, what if Victoria had gone back to Forks, trying to pick up on my trail? These thoughts flew through my head and I was already reaching for the phone when it began to ring. I swiped it up, barely looking at the caller ID. "Alice," I said by way of greeting.

"Edward you need to come home. Now," she trilled, her voice anxious.

"I was just making plans to come north," I began but she cut me off.

"No Edward, you need to go home to Forks. I saw…" She paused and I felt like I had become a block of ice.

"You saw what Alice?" I almost growled, unable to stand the tension.

"I saw her. Bella." Ah, it was amazing what her name could do to me. "She was on a cliff…Edward, she was deciding to jump."

My air cut off in my sudden despair. Bella, my Bella, leaping from a cliff? Why would she ever do something like that? "She promised!" I cried out. "She promised she would keep herself safe! Did she do it Alice? Oh God, please tell me she didn't do it."

"I don't know Edward," she whispered. "She disappeared from my vision right after she decided. I…I can't see her. I don't know what happened. I'm at the airport now…" That was all I needed to hear. I hurled the phone away from me, shattering it against the wall. In the next half second I was down the stairs and out the door. Now was the time to run faster than I ever had in my life.