BPOV
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I ran about a mile out when my knees started to hurt. I couldn't run at my top speeds, but I could run as fast as a vampire. Ugh, I hated running that slow, but it would have to do.
My sobs were louder than ever as I heard some shifting behind me. It couldn't be.
I smelled the air and sure enough it was there. His scent. How is he following me? He shouldn't be able to see me. He shouldn't be able to smell me. He shouldn't be able to hear m--
I didn't. I checked my invisibility again and sure enough my noises were not covered. How could I have been so stupid? He heard my cries, my footsteps, my heartbeat. He heard me tell him I love him. I felt like such an idiot. Hello, idiot, a little voice was whispering in my head, turn your noise down. You're leading him right to the airport you're going to. You don't want that do you? Don't answer that question and lead him somewhere else.
I bit down on my lip to quiet my sobs. I swerved from the original direction I was going to and headed south. I heard him follow my noises and was satisfied. Once I was sure we were a good twenty miles away from the airport, an airport I'm sure he would have found if I hadn't gotten us away from there, I shielded my noises away from him and turned to running back to the airport. I sighed, but it came out as a sob. Why did he have to come? Oh, right. His true love died. He was never going to see his true love again. And his true love could never be me.
I sobbed even louder at the thought. He didn't want me. He didn't love me. Those were his words but the truth really did hurt.
When I was a good ten miles away from where I had left Ed--him, my feet still not wanting to take me full speed, I heard something. The most perfect voice, his voice, saying what I knew was a lie.
"I love you, Bella."
The wind carried his voice, but it couldn't be true. My mind was saying what it wanted to hear. Yes, that was the only logical explanation. I was going crazy by hearing his voice. I mean it's possible; I had heard his voice in my head before, when I was human. When I was Bella.
My tears soaked through my shirt and I knew I would have to change before I headed to the airport and was exposed to the humans. I sighed in relief when I noticed my bag was still on my shoulder, but it caught in my throat.
The plane ride was going to be long.
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Once my tears stopped flowing and my sobs quieted, I changed into my third and final outfit: orange tank top, black Capri, and 2-inch black pumps. I know, the style hadn't changed much in the last fifty years. I put my hair in a messy bun and threw my bag over my shoulder, trying to forget all memories of the past few hours.
I stepped out of the woods and into the streets of the town, the airport just two miles down the road. I glanced around me to make sure no one was looking and made myself visible. I stared upward to the sky and noticed the black of night was turning to the blueish purple of dawn. I sighed as I noticed the airport come into view, I didn't even realize I was walking.
I stepped into the airport and waited in line for my tickets.
"What flight ma'am?" a really annoyed lady asked from behind the desk, practically glaring at me when I wasn't looking. Humans and their emotions.
"New York," I stated, my voice coming out in fake joy. "First class, the sooner the better."
"Your flight leaves in one hour," she said, handing me my ticket. "Gate B12, Flight number 870. Enjoy your flight and please come again." By the tone in her voice, I was not welcome to again.
I walked away without a second glance and went through security and one very annoying human male. Once I was able to roam freely in the airport, I made my way to the souvenir shop. I needed to calm my nerves and the only way to do that was with some roses. I made my way to the back of the store where the flowers were located and sniffed hungrily, the scent already making my mouth water.
I followed the scent until I reached one bouquet of blood red roses that had an intoxicating smell. I smiled and picked up the twenty rose bouquet, breathing in the scent. My mouth watered and I couldn't help myself but to nibble on one of the peddles. It tasted so good. I was definitely getting these.
I walked to the counter and payed. Just as I was reaching my gate the intercom came on. "Flight 870 is now boarding." It repeated again in many different languages as I made my way to the plane. Right at this point, I would usually reminisce about how well my mission went but not now. That would just bring back unwelcome memories and I could already feel the growing pain in my chest as I unconsciously remembered the events.
I nibbled on several peddles ignoring the stares I was getting, in the hopes of relaxing me. I was thankful that nobody disturbed me all the way to New York.
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