Yeah, yeah, I know. It's been a while since I updated this thing. I felt like I ran into a wall, and I couldn't get this story to progress. But I've finally figured out how to maneuver around it, and I plan to. So, here goes. Be sure to review to tell me how I'm doing! :D

Edward

Leaving wasn't a mistake. It was something I had to do. It's not like I wanted to leave. I needed to protect her, I needed to protect my family. It was the only way. Even so, the long to hear from her stung me greatly. I decided to call her.

I sprinted to the nearest payphone, and dropped a quarter in the slot. I dialed the numbers rapidly, needing to hear her voice.

"Hello?" a voice answered. It wasn't Bella.

"Rosalie?" I asked, my disappointment too great to hide.

"Yes. Edward?"

"Yeah, it's me. Rosalie, I need to speak with someone. Bella, or Jacob. Someone."

"Edward, Jacob's at the funeral."

I hung up. There was absolutely no more I wanted to hear. Bella was dead, because of me. I had done this. I was the monster I had tried for so long not to be.

They say that there is only one way for a vampire to die. They say the vampire needs to be torn limb to limb, and have each and every torn piece of flesh be burned in a violent fire.

I think this fact is disputable.

I say that there are two ways a vampire can die. The first, I've already explained, but the second way is a little more complex. To die, the vampire needs to have his only true love taken away from him.

You could say that I was at that point.

I already had made the decision to kill myself, but I didn't yet know how I was going to go about it.

I could upset the wolves, I suppose, but that would require going back to Forks, the place where I was least welcome now. I never thought I would stoop down as low as the Volturi in proceeding with this deed.

The Volturi.

This was the answer.

I headed to the airport, and bought a ticket to Italy. It really was as simple as that. The clerk at the ticketing counter may have been suspicious of my motive, but money obviously made it all better, for she dismissed my lowly appearance, and sent me on my way. In a weird way, I was happy to leave this world. I no longer would have to bear the evils of this world, nor be taunted by my severed love with Bella.

My flight was in 45 minutes, but they began boarding early, so I got on the plane and sat, confined within the belt I so easily could have torn apart.

I waited, thoughts racing through my mind, confusion, and anger, and loss swirling within me.

I rudely dismissed the stewardess, who had offered me a drink, along with her phone number, and I closed my eyes, drifting off into a phony sleep.

This was it.