A/N I'm so sorry it took so long, but here it is. Enjoy!
EPOV
I left Bella hurt and crying in the meadow. I waited at the entrance of the woods for her, not wanting to leave her completely. The sky had grown dark with clouds and the smell of rain was in the wind. I heard thunder rumble and saw a flash of lightning. It was not long before the rain started pouring down, but I continued to wait. I figured she would come out soon, but there was no sign of her. After a while my clothes were soaked all the way through and I was soaked to the bone, but she still hadn't come. Afraid she might be hurt or lost, I went back for her.
I reached the meadow and found her, curled up in a ball on the ground right where I left her. She was unconscious, so I picked her up bridal style and carried her back to the castle.
It tore a hole in my heart to see her like that, but I knew with time she would get over me and move on.
When I got back to the castle I ran into Joe. He didn't ask any questions; he just looked at me with knowing eyes and said, "I'll take her from here."
I reluctantly placed Bella in his arms and then watched as he climbed the stairs with her, knowing that it was over between us.
~BPOV~
"Your Highness, it's me, Joe. I've come to bring your breakfast."
For the past couple of days I had done nothing but stay locked in my bedroom all day. I cried most of the time, but every so often I tired myself out and fell asleep. Sometimes I slept peacefully, not thinking or dreaming about anything or anyone, but other times I dreamed about him. I dreamed of a future with him or I dreamed of him telling me he didn't love me anymore. I didn't know which one hurt more.
"Your Highness?"
I hadn't eaten anything in days. I tried at first, when they started bringing my meals to me because I refused to leave my room, but I would throw up afterwards. The only thing I ate was the bread from the meal because it was the only thing I could keep down, along with water.
I got up, reluctantly and slowly walked to my door, and unlocked it. Joe came in and set the tray of food down on the empty table right next to the door. He looked at me, bowed his head, and then left. I closed and locked the door behind him, and I went back to my bed.
The only real reason I had let Joe bring me food was so he could tell my father how I was doing. I was sure that was only reason Joe brought my food anyway. I was happy to oblige, to let my father know just how horrible I was doing.
Time passed slowly. I had heard that time was supposed to heal all wounds, but I believed it made it worse. Everyday I didn't feel as if the pain was weakening but rather growing worse. For with each passing day I realized that things weren't going to change, and I would never be with Edward.
Edward. Thinking his name brought tears to my eyes. I laid down on my bed and buried my face in my pillow. I let the tears come, knowing there was no stopping them.
EPOV
Bella hadn't left her room since I brought her back from the meadow about a week ago. I heard her crying at all hours of the night, knowing she was asleep when the screams and the sobs died down.
Hearing her cry night after night broke my heart so many times in so many ways. I hoped that one day soon she would come out of her room and just move on, but I could predict that wasn't going to happen.
Joe was the only one who got to see her. He would report to the king about her condition that was always the same everyday: sick and miserable. But I was glad to know she was eating something.
I followed Joe to the kitchen one night after he had brought Bella her food. The tray was full aside from an absent piece of bread.
I was about to walk in when I heard the cook say in a worried voice, "I really wish Princess Bella would eat more than just bread."
"Me too, and she's scaring the hell out of the King. Everyday when I go to tell him how the Princess is doing, he looks hopeful that I might tell him she's doing so much better, only to tell him she's the same as the day before," Joe replied.
I walked in at that moment. "So, there's still no change in Her Highness."
The cook just looked at me and left the room with a disapproval expression on her face.
I had recently learned that the entire staff had known about mine and Bella's relationship and had all been routing for us. I also learned that they knew what hadhappened in the meadow. I guessed the cook didn't like me too much, along with other staff members who had been giving me that same disapproving look for the past week every time they saw me.
They just didn't understand. They didn't know how much it killed me to hear her cry at night. It killed me to not be able to see her, or hold her in my arms. I just wanted to run into her room when I heard her cry and wrap her in my arms, tell her I loved her and that we would find a way to be together.
"No, there is no change," Joe said, his eyes judging me. "But you should know that, considering you can hear her crying at night."
"You don't know anything, so stop judging me," I told him. I was starting to get angry.
"I know you're the reason she's locked herself in her room and will barely eat anything," he shot back.
"You think I like hurting her? If I could be with her, I would, but her father doesn't approve of us being together. I'm just trying to do what he wants."
"Even if it means hurting the woman you love?"
"I'm doing this for her. In time, she'll get over me and move on."
"Do you really think you can stand to see her with another guy?"
"If he's good for her and that's who she wants to be with."
"I think you'll regret it."
"Why am I even talking to you about this? Like I said before, you don't know anything." And before he could say anything else, I left the room. In the back of my mind I couldn't help but think about what Joe said. Could I stand to see Bella with another guy?
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BPOV
Weeks had past and my condition stayed the same. I cried a little less, but I would still sit in my chair and stare at the plain white wall, not thinking about anything, feeling numb. How long will I feel this way?
"Bella." It was my mother. "Let me in."
I ignored her. She knocked on the door this time. "Bella, open the door."
I continued to ignore her. Why should I let her in? I knew what she was going to say. She was going to tell me I was acting ridiculous and needed to snap out of it, but I couldn't.
My mom didn't give up. "Bella, open this door right now." I could hear in her voice that she was getting both angry and frustrated.
About a minute passed and then I heard her sigh. "Please Bella, I want to talk to you and I don't want to have to do it though a door, but I will if I have to," she said softly.
I sighed and got up slowly, walking to my bedroom door to let her in. I closed the door behind her and went to sit on my bed. She came and sat down next to me and placed her hands on mine. I didn't look at her and focused my gaze on the floor.
"Bella," she began. "I know you're hurting, but sitting in your room and not eating much of anything isn't going to change anything. It certainly won't change your father's mind. You need to stop acting this way right now because you're scaring the hell out of me and your father."
"If Dad's so worried then he should let Edward and I be together," I shot back at her.
"Bella, that's not fair."
"Not fair! Not fair is not being able to see the person I love because my father won't let me and Edward going along with it because he doesn't want to go behind his back," I almost yelled.
"Bella-"
"Please, just leave," I told her.
"Alright." She walked as far the doorway before she turned and said, "I love you." She left after that, leaving me alone in my room.
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Renee's
I dialed the number I had only called once before. The phone rang three times before I heard a voice say, "Hello."
"Hello," I greeted. "I need your help. It's Bella."
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A/N So tell me what you think. Who do you think the Queen called? Please R&R.