Thank you, Sherry (Banshee69) for your help. I don't own Twilight. SM owns Twilight. No copyright infringements subject matter of 9-11 is what gives it an M rating, so if you're triggered by that then please do not read.
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POV- Edward
The days have crept by since Bella overheard my conversation with the chief. I have felt like the world's biggest asshole. I have tried to call her, but she won't take my calls. I try to text her and they just go unanswered. I don't want to be pushy, but I really want the opportunity to try to explain myself to her. I didn't mean for her to find out the way she did. That had to be an awful shock to her.
I dial her number again, it rings several times and goes to her voice mail. My hand grips the phone tightly as her voice comes through the speaker. "You've reached Bella, I can't take your call right now, but if you leave me a message, I'll call you back."
I know it's useless to leave another voicemail, but call me a masochist, I just can't help myself. "Bella, hey, It's me again, Edward," I scrub my hand down my face. I feel like such a tool for the repeated texts and calls to her, but I have to try to get her to talk to me. "I- I don't want to talk to your voicemail, sweetness, please talk to me. I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how, you-" The time ran out on me, dammit.
I bring up her name in my text messaging and I start typing. 'My life was changed, turned, and twisted, when I knew our friendship no longer existed. I know I was wrong, I know I messed up, and that's why I'm sitting here typing this up. I'm sorry for all the things I let go to my head, I'm sorry for all the things that I said. I'll make it better I'll make it oh so right, as long as you promise us never to fight.' I hit send and hope that by me pouring my heart out in a sappy poem it will get her to answer me sooner rather than later, if at all? She may be so mad at me she may never speak to me again?
I wait for a few minutes and there's no reply. I throw my phone down in frustration. I know I don't have anyone to blame except myself, but fuck, if she would just listen to me.
"How long can she stay mad at me?" I mutter bitterly to myself. I pick up my guitar and start strumming away mindlessly at it. I'm humming along to some songs that I heard playing before on the radio when it hits me. If she'll just answer the phone I can sing my apology to her and make her understand how truly sorry I am.
It seems like a perfect plan to me, so I start practicing it, for the time that she will actually take my call. It's been nearly two damn weeks of me calling and texting her, trying to tell her how truly sorry I am. If she doesn't answer me soon, I'll just go to her house. I've given her space I felt she needed. It's time we work this out and hopefully… move on.
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A/N: The poem I used was not mine. I found it via google. It was by, Emily Long, published 4-10 & was Titled Friendship Lost. People have mixed emotions about this & how it's playing out. All I know is, give her time. It was a shock to her. Also Edward is human, so is Bella. Yes this is fic & I could snap my fingers & fix it in a blink of an eye, but then you all would call me on that, too. I'm not a big fan of angst. Just hang in there with me, we will get them there! :) Thanks!
