Story Summary: My name is Bella Swan. I am eighteen years old, and I just lost everything. That everything was Edward Cullen. AH, AU.

a/n: i haven't written in awhile, so i'm quite rusty. i hope you enjoy angst as much as i do, because this story will contain quite a bit of it. this will not be a long story, probably only 7-10 chapters. when there is no story left to tell, the story will be finished. i hope you all enjoy.

Always Love

Hate will get you every time

Always love

Hate will get you

There are some phone calls in your life that shape your entire future. Sometimes they're happy, like "Congratulations! You got the job!" or "We are so excited to welcome you into our student body!". I remember when I was younger and getting that phone call telling me that my father had made it through his heart bypass. I had never been so elated or relieved in my entire life.

I remember when Edward and I first started dating, and what seeing his name flash across my cell phone would do to my heart. My skin would immediately break into goose bumps and a stupid, obscenely large smile would spread across my face. I couldn't control it. I didn't want to be one of those girls, the girls who totally depended on a guy for their happiness. However, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I had become one of those girls. He made me happy and whole, and that was all that mattered.

However, there are some phone calls that are at the complete opposite end of the spectrum, the ones that send a feeling of dread straight from your head all the way to your toes. Getting a phone call telling you that the person you love most in the world, the one person who made you forget all the bad shit you've been through, loved you unconditionally, supported you even at your worst has been killed in a car accident, well, that is not one of those happy phone calls. It's one of those calls that leaves you crumpled on the floor, staring blankly at the wall. It makes you want to put your hands over your ears like a small spoiled child who refuses to accept reality. Maybe you can pretend that none of this is really happening, but oh, it is.

My name is Bella Swan. I am eighteen years old, and I just lost everything. That everything was Edward Cullen.

thank you for reading. hopefully you all will allow me to continue.