Yes, there is a cliff- hanger. I'm writing more though as you read. I just couldn't figure out how to end the chapter. More thoughts on their depression, Bella goes a little insane.

Edward's POV

It's been two months. Two months of endless searching for Victoria and lonely, agonizing nights without Bella. Many times his family called him on his cell phone. Edward would answer only to tell them he was fine and then hang up.

He was in Seattle right now. Victoria was leading him on. Edward was going in circles. Mexico, New Zealand, Canada, and now back where he had originally started looking for her.

Such a wide range. He thought. What was worse was that each time he went somewhere new, he could smell her scent. Victoria would've been there only hours before.

Leading me on. Victoria wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what she was doing. Edward would have to find a glitch in her perfect plan. He wouldn't rest until she was dead.

Edward was walking mindlessly through Seattle when his phone rang. He opened it.

"Edward?" Esme's voice was full of motherly worry.

"Yes." He sighed. Edward hated having Esme worry over him. "I'm alright."

"Please come home." Esme pleaded. If she could, Edward imagined she would have been crying. "You can't do this anymore, Edward. We need you. We're in LA now. Please–"

Edward interrupted her. "I can't. Not until Victoria's dead. She will not get within three hundred miles of Bella." His chest tightened painfully as he said her name.

Your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable. He remembered saying those words to Bella what seemed like an eternity ago. How true these words are.

He heard Esme sigh in defeat. "Hold on. Carlisle wants to talk to you."

Edward waited until he heard Carlisle. "Edward," His voice was stern. "Where are you?"

Edward's mind was somewhere else. "Seattle." He knew, too late, what value this information was to Carlisle.

"I'm coming to get you."

Edward could hear the sound of a car accelerating on the other end. He didn't have the strength to argue though. This was the longest conversation he's had with any part of his family since he left. Edward shut off his phone and put it in his pocket. He found a deserted alley nearby and hid himself in it. Edward leaned against the brick wall.

Why, Bella? He thought to himself. Leaving you has been the worst thing.

Her face entered his mind. Bella's wide brown eyes... long auburn hair... full, pouting lips.

Memories came swirling back to him.

Their first time in their meadow. The day he introduced Bella to his family. He had been so worried. Edward was sure that would've been the breakthrough for Bella; when she finally realized how dangerous him and his family were. But, yet once again, Bella had surprised him. She had accepted his family for what they were and loved them. She had loved him.

This memory was replaced with Bella's sad look when Edward left. He pushed the image out and slid down the wall until he was sitting.

"Why, Bella?" He asked out loud to no one.

Why, why, why?

And for the first time in two months, Edward released the painful pressure in his heart. He lay his head in his hands and cried tearless sobs.

Bella's POV

Bella was staring out her window looking for something. A sign of what to do. Charlie was at work and had left quietly, not wanting to disturb Bella. She had been staring out the window day after day, barely noticing the life around her.

At first, Charlie thought Bella was looking for Edward. But then a week passed which turned into a month, following another and he knew she was lost. Bella had lost her life, she had given herself to Edward and now, she was looking for a sign.

Bella would go to school, cook, clean and then retreat to her window... her escape. Sometimes she wished she could fly, fly away from all her problems. But even then, Bella knew she could not escape for long. Her past would come back to haunt her. To remind her what she had and how quickly she had lost it. How worthless her life was now.

Reality was cruel. And it would be sure to remind Bella whenever saw even the smallest bit of hope to moving on.

Oh, Edward. I have spent sleepless nights over you. A tear escaped and fell down her cheek. I miss you.

Bella turned away from her window and went downstairs into the living room. She sat on the couch and stared at the hutch. Charlie always kept a gun in the house, besides his own, for emergencies. Bella had found it one time, accidently, when she was searching for the tape.

It was in the hutch, left side, third drawer. She stared, contemplating.

What do I do? I see no other option. She thought.

Charlie! Her conscience yelled.

Charlie managed just fine before I moved in. Bella was arguing with herself.

Your friends... Family...Renee!

Friends. Bella scoffed but stopped short when Renee entered her mind. Her mother was never one who was able to manage alone. But now, she wasn't alone.

She has Phil. She'll get along fine. Bella felt triumph; she had outdone her own conscience. She was momentarily thrown off by her next thought.

Edward?

Edward. Her chest tightened painfully. Bella wrapped her arms around herself and tried to control her gasps. He is the reason I'm doing this.

She made her decision and walked to the hutch, opening the drawer where the deadly weapon await. Bella picked it up slowly. The object felt odd in her hand, too unfamiliar.

Not here. She thought. Last thing Bella wanted was for Charlie to find her dead in his own home.

He would never be able to clean the mess. Bella chuckled to herself as she made her way to her truck. She feared she was going slightly insane.

Pulling out of the driveway, Bella shook her head. You have led me to insanity, Edward Cullen.

Bella knew where she was going. She stopped her truck at the edge of the woods and walked to "their" meadow, the meadow Edward had told her he loved her.

Loved me so much, he left. She thought bitterly. He didn't love me... I loved him. Love him.

Bella went to the center of the meadow and looked at the gun.

My true companion. She thought as she stared at the shiny, black gloss. She slowly raised the gun to her head and then shook her head.

I don't want them to find me with my head blown off. Bella didn't know who "them" was but she did know that Charlie would eventually see her.

Not a pretty sight for him. She lowered the gun to her heart.

Stop the pain, Bella pleaded.

She was about to pull the trigger when the most beautiful sound came to her. It was a velvety voice. Edward? Her heart beat furiously. "Bella?"

Bella looked around, desperately trying to find him. But when she turned around, she saw it wasn't Edward... it was Alice.

"Bella?" Alice's voice was worried. She took a step torwards Bella.

Bella was in shock. Impulsively, she took a step back. This has to be a dream.

Reality wouldn't allow her to see the ones she wanted. It would take away her happiness the moment it could. She shook her head violently, closing her eyes. When she opened them, Alice was still there.

Beautiful as ever, Alice was still there. She looked from Bella to the gun, her expression becoming more worried as the seconds passed.

Bella started to shake and dropped the weapon. "Alice? Is it really you?" Her voice was cracking and tears started to fall.

"Oh, Bella." Alice quickly strode torwards her. "Bella." she said again wiping her tears away.

Bella only cried harder and allowed Alice to lead her to the truck, holding her as she sobbed.

Amazing reviewers, I am writing this story for you. I hope by the end, you'll be proud.