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It had been a week since Edward left me. 170 hours 3 minuets and 10 seconds since I had last seen his face. Alice had promised me she would be back within a week to a month. It suddenly hit me that she may actually be a month.
My heart squeezed at the thought of a month of being Edward-less. I hated being Edward-less for another minuet let alone a month.
My presents from my birthday were missing along with all pictures that I had taken. He was serious. I looked up from my ceiling to the window Edward used to sneak through. Used to. I shuddered.
"Used to" was past tense and I wanted more then anything for it to be present tense. I could already feel my brain forgetting small things. Little details were disappearing—ones that made Edward more memorable and drop dead gorgeous. In my mind it was like some stone statue was eroding away faster and faster.
The physical need to remember was killing me. I needed to remember. I needed to feel his presence. Hopping off my bed I bolted for the door practically falling down the steps.
"Bella?" Charlie called before I could reach the door.
Crap I'd forgotten about him.
"Hey dad I'm going to visit...Jake." I lied smoothly.
"Alright Bells." Charlie dismissed me without a second thought.
My truck roared to life and I took an all too familiar winding serpent-like path. It wasn't long before the huge house came into view. I sighed already a little relieved.
Despite the sigh my stomach couldn't help but churn. They were gone... Edward, Alice, Jasper, everyone-gone.
I was a little surprised when the handle to the house gave way under my hand. Who needs to lock doors when you're a vampire? Besides, Alice would love any excuse to shop for new clothes.
The house felt dead to me. Which, I guess sounded a bit ironic since vampires were supposedly undead. But to me their energy is what made this house special to me. It was sort of like asking for a sandwich without bread—pointless and stupid.
As I made my way up the stairs I heard a floorboard creak and I froze... Where they home already? Wouldn't Alice have came for me?
"Alice?" I called out.
No one replied. I brushed away the thoughts figuring it was probably just me and I continued to climb the stairs impatiently. I needed to smell Edward. I needed physical evidence that he existed.
I walked down the long stretch of hallway; agitated to be near him, even if it was just his scent. The door, which lead to what I was sure would be Edwards's room, was creaked open. So all I had to do was pull it back.
It was marvelous. Edward's scent still hung to every surface. It masked in its glory. But as I sniffed I realized it was like watered down wine—there but not as same as the real thing. My eye caught the sight of Edwards's closet. I smiled.
The closet had a small pile of dirty clothes that lay scattered around the floor. I assumed he had planned to throw them away. Knowing Alice she never let anyone, including me, wear the same thing twice.
I picked up a shirt I recognized from before. It was a smooth cotton blue long-sleeve tee. I gingerly held it to my nose inhaling deeply. Edwards scent filled my nose and I let out a long sigh. That masked the need for Edward slightly but didn't completely get rid of it. I laughed out loud when I realized this was probably how newborns felt with bloodlust. They would never be exactly satisfied.
Being the physco I now was, I grabbed the rest of the dirty clothes and put them into my purse.
Edwards's room felt so...empty without him here. It was like a world with no sun; impossible to imagine.
I let the view soak into my feeble human memory and turned on my heel to leave. Something out of the corner of my eye caught my interest. A small leather bound book held by a bronze clasp lay by Edwards couch. Intrigued I stepped closer only to pick it up and start flipping thought the pages. Horrified I set it back down. It was Edwards's diary. I contemplated how pissed he be with me if I took it — Very pissed.
I smiled as I realized he would want it back. Eagerly I shoved the book into my purse along with his clothes before I set back off down the long hallway.
This time I was sure I wasn't hallucinating when I heard a creak emanate from downstairs. I froze my body tense.
Before my mind could comprehend who it was, a pair of hard cold hands gripped my arm.