Sorry for the wait as well as the cliffy last chapter. I hope the upcoming chapters make it worth it. Cannot wait for your thoughts and maybe theories. A lot of stuff will be happening soon.

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"E-Edward?"

"Edward? C-can you hear me?"

All of the breath left me at once. I never thought I would ever hear her voice again.

Instead of it filling me with the warmth that I always associated with Bella, it only filled me with longing and a stabbing reminder of what I had done, and who I had hurt.

"Bella?"

"Edward, find me. Please find me."

Her breath came out in small pants. I could hear her sniffles, then the line going dead.

I lit up the screen on my cell phone, hoping that there was a number I could call back, luckily, there was.

I pressed send, expecting to hear her answer again. The only voice I heard was a voice telling me that this number was no longer in service.

Had I hallucinated the call, just like I had her voice?

I paced around the room, my mind going a million miles an hour, trying to come up with explanations, reasons.

But something settled in me, and it wasn't good.

Something, deep down, I don't know where exactly was telling me that something wasn't right. Something about that phone call made me feel off. Made me feel responsible. It gave me a purpose. A purpose to move forward. But not on, never on. Just forward.

I paced, and paced some more. My fingers made a mess of my hair, as I tugged and pulled at the strands out of pure frustration

I dialed the number a hundred times, eventually giving up and crushing the offending phone in my hands as I threw the shards of broken plastic at the wall.

And in that moment, something in me settled.

I would do anything, everything possible to find her. I won't stop until I could touch her, smell her, kiss her, hear her voice, and hold her. Hold her and never let her go.

Even with this new found feeling and the start of a plan, there was a hole in my chest telling me that everything was not okay, and that time was of the utmost importance.

I looked down at my clothes and saw nothing but tatters of my shirt and pants that had long since been covered in dirt and stains.

In order to get a move on my new, somewhat thought out plan, I needed to hunt. A proper hunt. And clothes. I was most likely going to have to steal some.

Anything, anything to get to her.

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