A/N: Hello sweeties! Hope everyone is having a great week so far :) So, here it is, the chapter all of you have been waiting for. The Epov one! Personally besides the prologue, I love this chapter the most thus far :) Anyhow I want to make this short and sweet because I'm sure all of you are dying to read! Okay it's time for the usual speech, haa. Many thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, to my new readers who added this story to their alerts, favs, etc. I'm very pleased you wonderful people love this fic so far! All right, on with the reading. Oh and here's a warning: this chapter is pretty intense and a sad one in my opinion :(
***Disclaimer: You know it's not mine, I wish it was though, hee. But of course it's the lovely Stephenie Meyer's! What's mine, however, is a copy of the BD pt.1 Score by Carter Burwell, the music is beyond beautiful! Wow, just wow!
***My beta is the sweet and ever supportive Serenshadow. I can't thank you enough for your incredible beta work and friendship! xo
Chapter 3: Never Moving Forward
**EPOV**
The dream always starts the same.
I'm standing inside a beautiful church and I watch her slowly walk down the aisle.
Her wedding dress's long, flowing train glides delicately behind her.
She looks radiant; happy and beautiful. God, she's incredibly gorgeous.
Her eyes light with excitement and is also covered with wetness. My own eyes are watering as well; happy ones naturally.
During that single, perfect moment I am the luckiest man in the universe. Because I'm about to marry the woman who captured my heart the first day we crossed paths.
As she stands beside me and our hands link, our eyes meet. Her's reflect the same devotion and adoration as mine.
Then, too quickly, the scene changes.
We are now dancing to a tender melody, swaying slowly and holding each other tight.
Bright, colorful lights shine down on us as we glide in circles across the dance floor. We are the only ones there since it's our first dance as husband and wife.
It's official; we are Mr. and Mrs. Edward Masen.
I gaze into her soft, glistened blue-grays as she whispers, "I love you Mr. Masen."
I murmur my affections for her inside her ear and she smiles so beautifully it renders me speechless.
The guests inside the ballroom cheer us on, tapping their wine glasses with utensils and requesting for us to kiss. We laugh over their excitement and stare into each other's eyes.
Our loved ones in that moment seemed to fade into the background.
Only we are present in the room.
I cradle her right cheek with my hand, angle my head and lean in towards her face. Then press my lips gently with hers. She sighs in my mouth, circles her arms around my neck and kisses me with such passion my heart beat exhilarates.
But too soon, the scene changes once again.
My eyes set on a cloudy, murky gray tinted sky. The sound of roaring thunder echoing from a distance makes me flinch. The sounds of churning water below catches me off guard.
It's then I realize I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. As I do every time I have this nightmare and it shouldn't come as a surprise. Yet I gasp, take a step back and anxiously observe the water that's a few hundred feet below. The dark ocean fiercely attacks the rocks and splashes of mist fly into the air.
A blood-curling scream fills my eardrums and I turn my head, facing the direction the noise came from.
It's her...
Dear God, no! Please, no!
As I run and attempt to find her, the scene before my eyes switches yet again.
I discover her mangled, bloodied body lying in front of my feet.
Her beautiful, angelic face is nearly unrecognizable.
NO, NO, NO!
I crumble to the ground, resting on my knees and weep uncontrollably at the horrific, gut-wrenching sight before me.
It's my fault, all of my fault!
She's dead, because of me!
I killed her.
I pick up her broken body, cradle her tightly to my chest and walk. But cease dead in my tracks when a high pitched squeal makes my heart beat quicken.
The baby's cries intensify with each passing moment and panic seeps deep in the center of my chest.
With her still in my arms, I sprint as fast as humanly possible. Suddenly I'm no longer at the beach and now in the forest. The midnight blue sky is covered in stars and whispers from the creatures of the forest resound throughout the air.
The baby's wails continue and I sprint around in endless circles, searching desperately for the infant. I gaze down and notice she's no longer in my arms.
The infant's cries then stop.
Now I'm alone, all alone.
I scream her name and curse God for stealing her from me. Then blackness obscures my sight and my eyes fly wide open.
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I spring up into a sitting position and gasp loudly. My heavy, shaky pants echo around the once quiet space. A trickle of sweat rolls past my forehead and I wipe them off with the back of my hand. I feel hot wetness dampen my cheeks and I angrily swipe them away.
Every damn night for nearly two years I have this same dream.
It never changes, with the exception it gets longer in length each time.
I struggle with every breath I take and figure drinking a glass of water is a good idea.
Carefully I slip off the bed, stroll out of the room and head straight for the bathroom. After switching on the light, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. Jesus Christ, why did I let myself go like this? I look like a forty year old man, not a guy in his twenties.
What happened to me?
It's been almost two years. The longest year and a half to be exact.
I should have moved on with my life by now and moved to a different city. Hell, even a different state, or anywhere else. Instead here I am still living in the very home we shared.
Though time has passed, I still feel her presence. I still hear her beautiful voice and sweet laughter in my mind, still smell her signature floral perfume.
It's as if she didn't, didn't...die.
Yet, her unworn clothes, and her side of the bed that hasn't been slept on, is evident proof she remains gone.
Gone, forever.
And here I am, stuck.
Stuck living under this roof, stuck in this dreary, small town and still stuck in this life. Ever since her death I've become a lifeless, detached being. Without her I have no life and no reason to live for.
I'm simply buying my time, getting through the hours, days and months until I see her again. Even though she had betrayed me in the most deceitful, hurtful manner, I'll always love her. And will continue missing her for the rest of my days.
There's been a gaping hole deep in my heart since her death.
That will never be filled, never be repaired and never be whole.
For the past year and a half family and friends have tried, and failed to heal me. To help me see reason, to force me to wake up and start living again. I chuckle darkly under my breath as the memories surface in my mind. All of them have given the same advice, offered their sympathies and comfort. But I've rejected every one of them, because I don't need them. I want to be alone, because I am. I'm the only one who exists in my bleak, empty world.
Population: one.
My hands curl into tight fists and I look up, studying my reflection in the mirror again.
Jesus, I'm in desperate need of a haircut and shave. I look like an old, broken, and destitute man for crying aloud! She would have hated what I've become; hell even I do.
Without thinking I allow the anger, frustration, and anguish to fill me. I start shaking uncontrollably and before long I slam my fists violently on top of the marble counter. I hiss sharply and curse under my breath from the burning, throbbing pain. I turn on the faucet and splash my face with cold water, forcing myself to wake up and snap out of my violent mood.
After rinsing my face a few times, I shut off the water and dry my skin with a fresh towel.
Time to face another day in my lonely, dark world.
I exhale deeply, shut off the lights and exit the bathroom. Then drag my feet across the cool, hardwood floor and head towards the stairs. Just as I climb the first step, I hear her beautiful voice murmuring my name.
"Stop." I whisper, shaking my head roughly and attempt to clear my mind.
Slowly I descend down the stairs and the wood creaks under my feet with each step I take. I pause at the final step when my nose inhales a potent, floral scent; which only belongs to her. I close my eyes tight, breath in deeply and silently count to five.
"Please, I beg you. Stop, just leave me alone." I mutter, my voice raw from sleep.
The begging seems to work; I no longer smell her aroma as I make my way to the kitchen.
It's been about two weeks since I made an appearance in the outside world. Not that anyone gives a damn, or I missed anything interesting taking place. Nothing remotely fascinating happens in this small town and because of that people gossip, a lot.
I know this since I'm one of their favorite subjects to discuss, and wish to fucking God they would quit it. I'm not ignorant, I notice the stares and hushed whispers every time I visit the grocery store or the diner. That's why I choose to seclude myself in the safe haven of my home and venture out as little as possible.
Unfortunately, I do need to pick up a few necessary items at the store. And I admit, I would like to stop by the Forks Diner soon. I do enjoy their coffee and omelets; the home cooking is almost soothing. Almost. Suppose I will make a trip to both places tomorrow.
Today however, there's another destination I should be at. But, I have to prepare myself emotionally before driving there first.
How do I prepare to visit the very spot where she's buried?
It's a struggle most days just to wake up and crawl out of bed. However, I have to be there. It's the least I can do.
When will you ever stop blaming and torturing yourself? She broke your heart, remember?
I shake my head praying my racing mind will take a break. Thankfully it does and I open one of the cabinets above the sink. Then pull out a thick glass bottle, containing a drink my throat is burning for, and place it down on the counter. After retrieving a glass from another cabinet, I twist the cap off the bottle. I grant myself a deep inhale of the strong scented alcohol and immediately my mouth waters. A hard knock on the front door pulls me out of my daze and I groan, agitated over the untimely interruption.
"Edward, open up. It's me, Ali."
Lord why her, why now?
I refuse to deal with her…today of all days!
I clench my teeth and pour the dark liquid in the glass. As my lips touch the rim and the drink coats my throat, another bang on the door makes me flinch in alarm.
Dammit to hell Alice!
I take another generous swallow, slam the glass down and turn around. If I just remain standing perfectly still and pretend I'm not home, maybe she will leave.
"Edward I know you're in there, you rarely leave the house! And I see your car parked in the driveway. You can't fool me, I'm your sister, remember? Now open the door, please?" Alice's voice is imploring and laced with genuine concern.
I sigh heavily, lean against the counter and frown deeply.
She just had to play the sister card, didn't she?
Well, it won't work in her favor, not this time. I don't want to see her or anyone else, especially today. She damn well knows what day this is! Yet she just had to drop by and check up on me, didn't she?
Typical Alice.
I turn around again, pour more whiskey into the glass and drink it all in one gulp. Fuck, I'm feeling light-headed already!
That's because you haven't eaten in over twelve hours and now you decide to be a genius, and drink alcohol on an empty stomach. Moron!
Sometimes I wonder if subconsciously I do this to myself.
What try to drink yourself into oblivion?
Knock, knock, knock!
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, don't you dare give me no other choice but to break the door down! Just so you're aware, I'm wearing my favorite boots. And I swear to God if they get ruined because I had to bust this door, you will owe me another pair!"
Her normally bubbly voice sounds sober and firm. However, I know better; she's simply messing with me. My old self would have given her crap right back. But I'm no longer the brother I used to be.
I exhale in defeat because I'm wise enough to realize Alice will make good of her threat; and I can't let her do that. She's lucky I even tolerate visits from her. She is the only person I haven't excluded out of my life since Kate's... death. Alice didn't give me the option to anyway.
I head over to the door, unlock it and face an irritated looking Alice. For a short woman, she has plenty of spunk and doesn't take shit from anyone. It's one of the several things I admire about her. Still, I truly can't deal with her right now.
My sister's expression softens and she murmurs, "I'm sorry, I'm aware that I'm the last person you want to see right now. But, the thought of you being alone today of all days...is just unacceptable. Besides, I brought gifts!" Alice grins mischievously, her dark blue eyes sparkling with delight as her left hand lifts up a large brown paper bag.
I raise my brow in question and present her a disapproving look. She sighs loudly then scowls and gestures her free hand in mid-air. "It's food, courtesy of Esme, and a little surprise. Now come on dear brother, aren't you going to invite me in?"
I nod my head, run a hand through my disheveled hair and step aside so Alice can enter. Once she does I shut the door and direct us over to the living room. Suddenly Alice inhales sharply and roughly tugs on my sleeve from behind.
"Hold up! Edward, what's that...Christ, seriously? It's only ten in the morning and you are already hitting the bottle?"
I grit my teeth together and whirl around to face my sister. She glares evenly at me with one hand on her hip and the look in her blues rips my heart in two.
Alice's face displays a mixture of several emotions; disappointment, concern and sadness. I feel like utter shit for affecting her this way, but in my defense I've tried keeping her at arm's length. I never wanted her to witness me fall apart at the seams. Nonetheless, I don't care for how she scolds and treats me like I'm her child instead of her brother. I'm too old for that nonsense.
I match her glare with narrowed eyes. "Alice, may I remind you I'm way past the legal drinking age? Therefore I can-"
"Oh please Ed, spare me the damn speech!" Alice snaps indignantly, "There's a fine line between drinking casually and what you're doing!"
"Which is?"
Alice shakes her head, incredulous and throws me a pained gaze. "Ed please, this has to stop. The excessive drinking, your out of character behavior and the hermit life you lead!"
She sets the paper bag down on top of the coffee table and surveys the room, her eyes widening in shock. "God Edward, when's the last time you cleaned around here?"
She sighs heavily, bends over and picks up a dirty plate off the table, then proceeds to the kitchen. I block her from taking another step and she appears confused. "Ali, don't. Put the plate back, now."
Alice's expression is etched with bewilderment and I gesture my head towards the coffee table. "I mean it, put the damn plate back. If you simply came here to lecture me about how I live my life then I suggest you leave, now." My voice is sharp and low as my eyes are locked intently on hers. Alice winces and observes the steely look on my face.
We then immerse in the ultimate stare-down for a good long minute. When Alice recognizes I mean business and don't intend on backing down, she huffs then shakes her head. "You're serious?"
I nod stiffly and she exhales, then saunters back over to the table. She slams the plate down, spins around and faces me. Her critical etched eyes assess my face as she tilts her head to the side. I hate when she looks at me like that, as if she's a damn scientist who is studying a random object under the microscope.
I sigh angrily, the frustration I'm harboring causes my blood to boil.
"What?" I snarl, glaring at her heatedly.
"May I suggest you hire a maid? Or I will do it for you. Honestly Ed, how do you live like this? It's seriously disgusting!" she shakes her head in disbelief and her agitated expression switches to one of concern. "Edward, why are you still living this way? Why do you continue to avoid the people who love you? Kate wouldn't want this; she would be devastated over what you've become-"
"That's enough Alice! Don't you dare speak about her like you knew her! You didn't fucking know her at all and apparently neither did I." I run my fingers through my hair and fold my arms over my chest.
Alice casts me a pensive, wounded gaze and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. I hate that I'm the reason for her suffering and I'm disappointing those I care for.
I wish more than anything I can be the man they once knew. I realize they miss him and honestly so do I.
My sister strolls over to the sofa, sits down and leans forward with her arms resting on her knees. She stares my way with a sympathetic gleam in her eyes and a gloomy look written on her face. I sigh quietly, walk towards the love-seat and plant myself down.
Silence lingers in the room for a drawn out minute and it's irritating me to the core. I'm not in the mood to deal with this since my mind is elsewhere and filled with thoughts of her. I just need to be alone and handle the grief on my own. I appreciate Alice's concern, truly. Yet sometimes I wonder how she deals with my bull-shit. I'm just waiting for the day to arrive when she tells me to go to hell, anyone else would have long ago. But not Alice. She has never given up on me and probably never will. She deserves a better brother, thank the lord she has Emmett.
"So Ed, how are you? I mean...how are you dealing with today?" her eyes linger on my face and I frown while rubbing my face roughly with my hands. Then I lean back against the plush seat and shut my lids firmly. Honest to God Alice acts more like my shrink instead of my sister.
I humor her and answer dryly, "Well, I'm still alive."
I didn't need to open my eyes to witness Alice present me a chastised glare. "Edward, that wasn't even remotely funny."
"I wasn't trying to be." I replied bitterly.
"Edward be straight with me. Listen, we all love you, we all care and want to be here for you. That's all. We're concerned because...I mean, I can only imagine how difficult today is. It being Kate's birthday..."
I cringe and feel a little nauseous over hearing her name said aloud. A massive wave of anguish and guilt strikes right in the middle of my heart. I swallow hard, take a deep breath and try to ignore the headache that's attacking my temples. "Ali, I'm aware all of you are worried and I sincerely apologize. But, I'm fine. I'm...dealing, have been for well over a year now."
I make the mistake of opening my eyes and immediately notice Alice's doubtful expression. She raises an eyebrow and cocks her head sideways. "Really, you're fine? Well, that's the understatement of the year."
I glower at her and she gives me an apologetic look. "All right, sorry I said that. It's just...I feel so helpless. We all do. I try my best to reach out to you Ed and you just discard us. Look, I'm just going to give it to you straight, I'm scared for you."
My chest tightens agonizingly when I find a trace of moisture trapped over her eyes. "It's been over a year and a half Ed and-"
"I know it has Alice, don't you think I fucking know that!" I yell in a razor-sharp tone.
She shrinks in reaction yet I continue with my rant; the rage and suffering fueling me. "Any other normal, sensible person would have moved on by now. And a part of me wants to, you have no idea how much. But I...cant. Just cant."
"Can't or won't?"
"I don't know anymore."
Alice inhales softly and shakes her head. "Would you like me to accompany you to Garden Lake? I was planning on making a trip there myself, right after I leave. We can stop by the store and pick up some flowers."
"No, thanks. I appreciate the invite and thought but I should go by myself. I'll head over there later today." I run my fingers through my hair again, pushing the loose strands away from my eyes.
Alice frowns and gives me a lengthy once over. "You look like hell. When's the last time you've eaten, shaved, or better yet cut that hair of yours?"
I roll my eyes and snort. "Jesus Ali, are you now playing the role of my mother too? I don't need another moth-"
"No, you don't, you're right. Because you already have a mom. One who loves and cares for you very much. I understand you are battling through your grief but dammit Ed, Esme misses you. She's beside herself and Carlisle is doing the best he can to comfort her. But it's trying for him since he misses you too. Then there's Em, Rose and the kids...they miss their Uncle Edward so much..."
"Do you believe laying a guilt trip on me is helping? Do you Ali?"
She nods her head firmly. "Yes, I do. I'll say anything if it helps you snap out of it! Please Edward, come back to us. At least give Esme and Carlisle a call, I beg you. It's been months."
My heart splits a little more. I loathe myself for putting my family through this, for letting them down. But I'm poison and I refuse to drag them with me as I continue on my journey of self-destruction.
You're allowing yourself to live this way and it has to end! Save yourself before it's too late.
Oh, that ship has sailed long, long ago.
"I'll try Ali, but I'm not making any promises."
Alice shows her dislike over my answer by shaking her head and throws me an imploring gaze. I remain quiet, much to her dismay, and she huffs in frustration. "Fine, can you at least consider it, please?"
Damn her! I nod my head in answer, surrendering and hope it appeases her. I feel slight relief when she half smiles, then her eyes roam to the paper bag. "So, Esme cooked some of your favorites and wanted me to bring them to you. There is enough food to last you a few weeks. She made Lasagna, Pot Roast, Beef Stew, Chicken Parmigiana and more. You know how she cooks up a storm in the kitchen." She chuckles lightly and my mouth itches to grin, but I keep it firmly closed.
However my stomach reacts to Alice's words and growls hungrily. As I inhale the aromas that escape out of the bag, my mouth salivates. Leave it to my mother to affect my heart with comfort food, it works every time.
"Thanks for bringing it Ali and thank mom for me, all right?"
Alice narrows her eyes sharply as she lifts herself off the sofa, picks up the bag and saunters over to the kitchen. "You can thank her yourself next time you see her." She calls over her shoulder and I groan irritably under my breath.
Honest to God my sister can grate my nerves!
Reluctantly, I raise off the love seat and decide to join my sister in the kitchen. I lean against the entryway and watch as Alice places several Tupperware containers inside the freezer.
When finished she shuts the freezer door closed, spins on her heels and faces me. Her eyes are twinkling and a soft grin creases her lips.
"Oh and of course, Esme whipped up some desserts for you too." she chuckles, reaches in the bag and pulls out more containers.
I shake my head in disbelief and couldn't help but laugh a little myself. I think my lovely mother may have over done it once again. But I wouldn't expect any less from her.
"Let's see there's some brownies, cannoli's, coffee cake and... mmm white and dark chocolate chip cookies. Oh God, I may have to steal one!" Alice lifts the lid off the container quickly before I can stop her, takes out a cookie and stuffs it in her mouth.
"Pig." I mutter with a teasing smirk. Alice scowls irritably in between chews and flashes me the evil eye.
We then double over in laughter and once the sounds subside Alice says, "Well that's everything. You know," she gazes at me pointedly and smiles. "it's a good thing mom made these, looks like you could gain a few extra pounds."
I glower at her, pretending to be offended by her suggestion and she merely laughs. Then opens the fridge and places the containers inside on top of an available shelf. She closes the door and eyes me with a distressed expression.
"I do hope you're planning to go food shopping soon. Well, suppose you might not need much now, but still looks like you are in need of other things too."
"I'm aware Alice and yes I plan on making a trip tomorrow..." I trail off and freeze in place when Alice glares directly at the bottle of whiskey that's resting on the counter.
She wrinkles her nose in distaste and shakes her head in disbelief. Quickly, I beat her to the punch and speak before she starts to lecture me. "I already know what you're thinking and what you plan to say, but I'm an adult Ali. I have it under control, okay?"
"Do you? Because from where I'm standing it certainly doesn't appear that way."
I exhale and rub the back of my neck with my hand. "Yes, I do. I'm fine, honest. Again, thanks for bringing the food by and for checking in but..."
"I have over stayed my welcome, I get it. I should be leaving anyhow." Alice sighs quietly and walks over to me.
Once she bridges the distance between us, she opens her purse and pulls out what appears to be a DVD. I raise my brow quizzically and Alice grins, her face appearing slightly wistful. "Yes, it's a DVD that Jazz and I made for you. I figured, well we all agreed, today is the right time to give it to you. Feel free to watch it whenever you can."
She hands it to me and I accept it. Then I glance at it curiously and ponder over what's on it. Alice raises herself on her toes and pats my right shoulder gently. "Ed, I love you. Promise me you will try harder to take better care of yourself, please."
Tears flow out of her eyes and a hard lump lodges in the middle of my throat, my own eyes lightly swimming with wetness also. I nod my head and give her a reassuring gaze. "I'll try Alice and I love you too. You know that, right?"
Suddenly her small arms wrap around my waist and she pulls me in a tight embrace. I circle my arms around her lower back and hold her close. She sniffs quietly against my chest and I rub her back soothingly. "Ali, come on. Don't cry,"
"Well, it's your fault you broody jerk." her muffled voice whispers into my shirt and I laugh a little over her remark.
After we part I take a step back, lean down and kiss the top of her head gently. "I'm sorry for snapping at you before. For letting you and everyone else down. It's just I-"
"I know Edward. It's all right, no need to explain. No matter what, you are my brother, in every way that counts. The fact we're not blood related doesn't matter. I will always be here for you." she places her hand against my cheek and I swallow hard to keep the tears from escaping.
"Okay then, I'm heading out now. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you over to the cemetery?"
"I'm sure. I appreciate the offer though." She nods in understanding, then locks her arms around me one last time.
I can't deny that I'm eternally grateful for my sister.
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Moments later I accompany her over to her car and open the drivers side door after Alice unlocks it.
"Take it easy okay speed demon." I tease, referring to how my sister is a complete lead foot when she drives.
Alice giggles and narrows her eyes playfully. "Like you're the one to talk Mr. Speeding Ticket Man."
"That's former speeding ticket man to you."
It's incredible and comforting the way Alice manages to lift my mood each time I see her. I even feel a little normal, almost myself again for just a brief while. How I wish it was enough though.
"I'll see you soon." Alice vows, giving a small wave of good-bye and I shut the door for her.
I watch her fancy, over-priced vehicle speed down the street and then I stroll back to the house. My eyes land on the dvd my hand is holding and a flood of anxiety washes over me. For some reason I'm unable to shake off these feelings I'm having. It has to do with the dvd and my conscience is pleading with me to watch it.
Honestly, I am curious about the film Alice and her husband created.
I take a deep, shaky breath and enter the living room. Then I search for the television remote, pick it up and press the power button. After opening the unlabeled case and placing the disc inside the player, I press play. Once I settle myself down on the sofa, I stare intently at the tv screen.
The instant the movie begins and the title flashes, my eyes lightly water.
...
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A/N: Peeks out and waves. Yes, I know I ended it with the dreaded cliffie, lol. Any guesses as to what's on the DVD? Was the chapter what you expected? Were any of your guesses correct? Do you still have more questions? I bet you do, haa. Because some parts in this chapter were a tad cryptic. Poor Edward though, huh? ;( Now you might understand why he's the person he is. He's went through a heart-breaking loss, really, you have no idea. There's so much more to it! A little more information about Kate's death will be revealed in chapter 5 and more later on in the story. You all will find out what Edward meant when he mentioned Kate's betrayal.
So I'm aware Edward is a mess and he seems big on wanting to torture himself. Then there's Alice, who yes she's his adoptive sister. Alice and Emmett are Carlisle and Esme's biological kids. Edward is not. You will find out more about that back story soon. Anyhow, I feel for Alice. She's trying her hardest to reach out to him, everyone in the family is and Edward just wants to be consumed by his pain, bitterness and loss :( In the next chapter you will find out what Edward is watching, get his pov of when he caught Bella spying on him that night, lol. Also his pov about what happened over at the diner. Things will get very interesting from here! Especially in chapter 5 when we jump back to Bella's pov.
Okay, that's it out of me. Don't hesitate to leave a review, I love to read them and reply to each one! I really do :) The next chappie should hopefully be up in another week! And a reminder you can follow me on Twitter my name on there is Vampgirl792011. I am also on FB under vampgirl79 Fanfiction which is a fanpage. Love to hear from everyone! Thanks for reading, it means the world to me! Till next time, xo, Leslie
