"There is so much space between us. Maybe were already defeated,"– Love in the Dark by Adele (Album: 25)
New York is different. Good and bad.
It's amazing, the sounds, the sights, and the people. There's always something to do, some place to go, somebody to see. It's extraordinary here. It's as if I'm in a whole new world.
And that's part of the bad. It's so different from what I'm used to. So many people, the traffic and crowds are insane, the noise never stops. Sometimes I miss the solitude of my little apartment in Seattle with the light traffic and rain that can be heard from my room.
New York is definitely an adjustment. So is being away from Edward.
After settling in and getting adjusted, I've thrown myself into dance like never before. If I'm focused on dancing and the way my body needs to move, then I don't have time to think about Edward and how much I miss him. How much I hurt.
Before I left we had an agreement. We'd make this a clean break. No contact. That lasted a week before I broke and called him one night. He admitted he was about a day from calling me. As much as you try sometimes, you can't quit certain people.
We went through the first weeks of starting college together. We each learned about the classes the other was taking, the new friends that were being made, and the secrets of new cities we lived in. That lasted about two months. Then we both got too busy, phone calls turned into voice messages left and a game of phone tag that was never won.
Soon we both stopped trying. But I continued to hurt.
Toward the end of the first semester the hurt started to ease as I began to heal. The possibility of someone new helped with that. But soon that ended, all with one phone call:
"Is this Isabella Swan?"
"Yes?"
"I'm calling from Fork's Hospital, regarding your father Charles Swan. He has been injured."
That's when the hurt came back, this time for a whole different reason.