Disclaimer - I do not own any original Twilight characters. I just like to play with them. All other parts to this story are the property of KF Goodyear, so please don't steal.

Kristen and Sherry (Koshivuh and banshee69) picked through this with me. They are two absolutely amazing girls, and I am so blessed to be able to call them my red sharpies and voices of reason but, most of all, my friends. xx

'Cause I just couldn't leave y'all hanging...at least like that :-P

-TLWLW-

-37-

Bella did have a message from the medical center, after all. It was the message after his. She just didn't listen to it until three days later, when she was so exhausted from getting up and down, replaying his message over and over, and sobbing to the sound of his voice- which was still like a balm for her heart. It was just a short message, saying that they had a job for her, just one that wouldn't start until September, when all the interns went back to school. She could live with that. What she was having a hard time living with was the unknown.

She decided to suck it up and call him, call the last number she knew him to have. She shook like a quivering leaf as she dialed the number, almost vomited in her mouth as she heard the click of the call going through. But none of that was necessary 'cause the operator on the other end of the line droned on and on-over and over- telling her in no uncertain terms to calm the fuck down, his number was no longer in service.

By the following month, she found herself scouring his school's website, looking for a directory listing of students. There was one, but it was blocked unless you had a school ID.

Fuck!

August, she gathered the nerve to actually call the school.

She spent an hour lying through her teeth to some kid on the phone who was probably a nerd with a pimple-ridden face who picked his nose while reading comic books and whacking off to animated pictures of Kagome or some shit. She flirted and begged and even tried the family emergency sob story. But that fucker was good, too good for a nerd-boy, and in the end, he divulged no information to Bella, not even an affirmation of whether Edward was even attending Harvard.

Sure, he had been accepted, and she was pretty sure he went, but it had been two years. Maybe he wasn't even there anymore.

She had no way to know, now.