(Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does)
(A/N: super duper short. But, I wanted to end with a cliffie. But don't worry, I'll probably update faster because it was so short)
I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I wasn't sure if I would ever wake up, and I didn't want to, even though these dreams in reality were excruciating nightmares. But each nightmare had Edward in it, and though they hurt, Edwards presence made me list them in the category of dreams.
I woke up under my covers on my bed, and knew I hadn't brought myself there. I also knew that Charlie wouldn't have been able to carry me into bed. It had to have been Edward.
I looked over at my night stand to see what time it was. Beside my alarm clock there was a golden rose. Literally. It was a rose coated in gold.
I rose from my bed and walked over to my nightstand. Beside the rose was another note. I didn't really want to read it. I was sure it would just bring back the hurt. I wasn't sure if this long goodbye was any better than a "clean break." I read the note despite myself.
Dear Bella,
Last night I watched you sleep. I shouldn't have watched you sleep, I'm sorry. But I guess old habits die hard. Don't worry, I won't do it again… I know you are no longer mine. Please try and live a happy life.
Yours, until the day I die,
Edward
As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn't fight back the happiness I felt. If Edward had watched me last night, maybe he would come back tonight. If he came, there was no chance I was going to let him get away from me again.
I let the hope get the best of me, which I suppose was a good thing. Charlie had decided not to go fishing today, so I had to act like nothing was wrong. That was a lot easier when I wasn't in a tangible state of depression.
I stayed in my room for the most part. There was no reason to risk being around Charlie if the pain decided to make a visit.
At dinner he didn't mention anything about the Cullen's leaving. They must have left without goodbyes to anyone – Carlisle must not have even told the hospital.
After dinner I went up to my bed and began reading the diary that was on the floor where I had left it last night. Renee had bought for me when I was maybe nine or ten. It was hidden deep in my closet – a place I knew Edward would never go. I made sure he would never find it, because the everything I wrote centered around him. I don't ever remember writing in until I moved to Forks. Until I met Edward.
I flipped through the page and read its contents. I laughed, and let a few silent tears roll down my face.
I went to my desk and found a pen. I sat on my bed with my legs crossed. I sat there for a moment, not sure what to write. I put the pen down. I decided I wasn't going to write anything until I worked this out. And I was either going to work this out, or I was going to die. I couldn't be sure of what was going to happen, but of that I was sure.
I decided to hit the sack. The sooner I went to sleep, the sooner Edward would come. I wasn't actually going to sleep, I knew myself better than that. I'm a heavy sleeper and if I drifted to sleep I wouldn't wake up.
So after I showered and said goodnight to Charlie I headed to bed. I just laid there. I had to keep my eyes close, to make my fake slumber more convincing. I was so worked up that I didn't have to make any effort to fight away the sleep, even with my eyes closed.
I had nothing better to do than think. I refused to think of Edward, not until I got him back. And Jacob would be just as bad…
Wait. Did Jacob know the Cullen's had left? Why wasn't he and the pack throwing a huge celebration like they did last time?
I pondered this over as I waited for Edward, my hope never fading.
I waited, and started to try and count the seconds, the minutes, the hours, in my head. When I was sure hours had passed I decided that maybe Edward was already here. Maybe he had snuck in quietly without my knowing. It was possible, with him being so graceful and sneaky. I decided to open my eyes and check. Either he wasn't here, or he was. If he wasn't, then opening my eyes for a brief second wouldn't do any harm. And if he was, then I needed to open my eyes sometime.
I pretended to turn in an act of sleepiness, so that I was now facing my rocking chair, which is where I assumed he would be sitting.
I opened my eyes. There was no one sitting in my rocking chair, but instead someone stood in front of my window. Someone with fiery red hair and a malicious smile on her face.
(A/N: okay, so I know short, but if you want me to write faster, you know what you got to do. REVIEW. And also tell me if you would like me to write in Edward's POV!!)