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Chapter Two
Edward quickly shut the engine of his car and walked silently into this unfamiliar, noisy house. The meticulous part of him usually would have checked the address on the white scrap of paper again, but this time he didn't bother. It was obvious this was the house—he could hear the loud blaring of some fast music two streets away. Unless there were two parties in the neighbourhood.
He didn't even want to come here in the first place. But Mike Newton, this guy he met at work, insisted that he partake in the Arizona scene and socialize around a little. So he obliged grudgingly.
As he drove here in the evening he deliberated why he had caved in. Edward had initially assumed it was out of politeness, reasoning that it was probably because he felt the obligation to make new friends as the newcomer in town.
He sighed. That wasn't it.
Something in him told him to come down here tonight. It was just… he felt some kind of a pull to this party. A draw. Like a magnet drawn to another electromagnetic field of attraction.
Weird. And he didn't even like parties.
"Edward!" Someone called his name. He turned.
"Mike," he acknowledged, smiling.
Mike Newton was beaming widely as he walked towards him, a curly-haired brunette in his arms. He was a nice guy, and very friendly. He certainly did his outmost to make Edward feel welcome in Phoenix.
"I'm glad you could make it!" The blond man grinned. He gestured to the giggling girl beside him. "This is Jessica Stanley."
The girl looked at him with animation. "Hi!" She said cheerfully. She seemed nice, albeit a little too giddy.
Edward returned the greeting, before the group settled into a slight silence.
"So why did you come down to Phoenix, Edward?" Jessica asked interestedly, playing a little with the curls of her hair.
Mike jiggled with the music.
"A change of scene," he shrugged. It was the edited version of the truth. He just felt an instinct to come down from Seattle to here. Or rather, something was leading him to Arizona. He just didn't know what.
He paused, wondering how ridiculous that would sound. And of course, it was probably the same instinct that told him to attend the party in the first place.
Stupid instinct.
"Didn't you like Seattle?" Mike enquired, sipping a cup of punch. He offered the rest to his girlfriend, who thanked him.
"It was good." It was home. He loved Seattle—which was why he didn't understand the rash decision he made to some down here. How could he have given up everything, his family, his job, his friends, to come down here? "But I thought I could come down here for a while." He finished lamely.
"You would like it here," Jessica assured him with a smile. "Lots of sunshine and sun."
He thanked her, but decided not to tell her he really did preferred the rain. He then excused himself from the happy couple and decided to walk around a little, claiming that he wanted to experience the Phoenix party scene. Mike smiled at this, as if glad his new friend was really opening up to this new climate.
There really wasn't much difference, as far as Edward could tell. Same loud music, lots of bad dancing, and so on. Perhaps a tad drier and hotter than those at Seattle. And of course, the absence of his good friends was noticeable.
But that was about it. A quick glance around confirmed his suspicions.
He was getting restless and thirsty and decidedly in need of some sort of beverage. After asking a few clueless people for direction, he finally got the message through a lot of slurred speeches: look for it yourself.
After five minutes of search he spotted a mini-bar— a woman was standing in front of it. Eagerly he made his way up to the bar, but then suddenly the woman turned slightly, and Edward froze.
She was remarkably beautiful. Breathtaking. From the alabaster skin which looked lovely against the dark blue dress she was wearing to the arch of her back. Everything about her was stunning. Right down to the slight tilt of her head.
Her hair was dark and hung below her slender waist, waving out slightly in ripples. Edward watched as she pushed it back slightly behind her ears. He longed to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looks.
And her eyes. Her eyes! They were dark brown and outstanding against her pale complexion. Nobody else had eyes that shade, or as lovely as hers. To describe her as beautiful would hardly do her justice.
She was an angel. No—even angels couldn't be as beautiful as she was.
From the moment he looked at her he realised something changed.
The world started to make sense again. He suddenly understood why he had left Seattle like that, why he knew he had to come here. It wasn't an irrational decision on his part at all. Hardly! She was the reason he had suddenly packed up and traveled across the country. She had been drawing him to Arizona, to come here and meet her. His heart had been telling him all along to come down here and to this party to meet this incredibly gorgeous woman. The love of his life.
She was his reason for living now.
And he knew this the second her eyes suddenly met his, and his heart started to beat to a new rhythm.
"I am Edward," He told her. Did she understand how he felt? Did she feel it—the way he felt when he looked at her?
Her lovely dark eyes met his. Something in those eyes echoed her answer back at him. The answer that said yes. Yes. Yes Yes Yes. She felt the exact same way.
His heart couldn't stop beating.
"Bella," the girl replied.
Bella. The name fit.
Amazing.
He hadn't slept like that for ages. But damn it felt good. And damn he wanted to feel like that every day. Edward rubbed his eyes sleepily
He didn't immediately open his eyes. Instead Edward chose to listen to the surroundings of his room. It was silent. Good. It meant that lovely angel was still asleep. More time with her. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving her right now.
He had spent the night making love to her, and when she fell asleep, he spent the entire time looking at her, touching her smooth porcelain skin. Admiring her beauty. Trying to believe how incredibly lucky he was. It all seemed so surreal.
Watching her in sleep was one of the most wonderful experiences he had. Her beautiful face had been in peace, completely untainted by distraction and troubles. Sometimes, she would suddenly sigh out his name, as if calling out to him. "Edward," she would whisper out of those lovely lips of hers, her tone lilting and soothing. He loved hearing that.
A lot of little details also came to his notice. How perfectly she fit into his embrace. The way she subconsciously clung to his arm that he had wrapped around her small waist. How perfectly they fitted together. They did belong together.
He was completely in love with her. They could spend the rest of their life in bliss.
Eurphoria. That probably came the closest to describe how he felt like now. He tried not to smile.
It was tempting to spend the day in bed asleep beside this fabulous lovely woman, but the idea of spending the time staring and marvelling at Bella instead was equally alluring. He bit his lip, trying to make a choice.
Wait.
It was then he noticed that the room was almost too silent. He couldn't make her soft rhythmic breathing anymore, one which he had grown familiar from the night before. He listened even harder, but the melodious sound did not appear. His heart leapt.
Edward was now well aware that how empty his arms felt, as if something was missing. The lack of contact between his and her skin disturbed him. There was something wrong as well—his heart wasn't beating the same way it had last night. It simply returned to its old rhythm and pulsing. Almost as if… she wasn't there.
His eyes snapped open.
Empty. The bed was empty. There was nothing on it except for him and the sheets and the pillows.
He shot up, and looked around. The room was silent and empty. He was alone.
Edward tried not to panic and compose himself. Perhaps she was in the bathroom. Or maybe in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of them. Or in the living room, reading the newspaper.
Slowly he got off the bed and opened the bedroom door, trying not to care that her clothes and her purse were no longer scattered on the floor. His dark trousers and shirt were still there. He pulled on his discarded boxers.
"Bella?" he called out hesitantly, walking around his house. He peered into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. No one was in the living room.
The bathroom, he realized, was empty.
Bella wasn't here. She was gone.
His heartbeat accelerated again. This time it was harder to calm down. Perhaps, he thought desperately, she had work. Or maybe she left a note.
Shakily Edward searched around the house for any article left behind by her. But there were no paper on the table. No note stuck on the fridge. Nothing at all.
Gone. Without a trace.
He returned to his bedroom and sank onto his knees on the floor, his thoughts in disarray. His legs felt oddly weak, He couldn't believe it.
Where was she? And how could she leave?
He had asked her to stay, didn't he? And she agreed.
Right?
His brain racked for every possible excuse there was her sudden disappearance. A dead family member, sudden call from work, emergency meeting… But none of them justified the fact that she had not left a note. Clearly she did not want to meet him again.
Five minutes, and nothing came.
Suddenly the phone rang. Edward felt a surge of hope—maybe it was her. He ran eagerly to the phone on his bedside table and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Edward! It's Jasper—"
He hung up. Even the familiar voice of someone from Seattle couldn't comfort him. He couldn't muster the strength to make a conversation with his best friend. The ache was getting worse, much worse, almost to the point that it hurt physically
The pain refused to go away.
Edward refused to believe it was simply a meaningless sort of one-night stand. She did love him, he could tell. He felt the connection last night, and more importantly he knew she felt it too, the same electricity. They were meant to be together, and the moment he laid eyes on her there was pretty much no turning back.
So why the hell did she walk out of the damn door and disappear?
Another million questions flooded him. Was he too forward? Did she feel frighten by that spark between them? Was she afraid?
Bella love him, but didn't she love him enough for forever?
And worst of all, he would never find her again. He didn't even have her number, her address or anything. Only her name, and the honey-and-freesia scent of hers on his pillows. And the memory of last night.
Reluctantly he took in a deep breath, telling himself to focus. He willed himself not to cry, and not give in to the wave of tears and sorrow threatening to give way. No, he couldn't afford to lose his concentration right now, not when he needed it to figure out where Bella was and chase her back.
Only Edward didn't know where she was. No matter, he decided. He would take whatever it takes to find her again. Three months, two years, a decade—whatever it takes.
He closed his eyes and prayed fervently for a sign. That she still loved him enough. That she was somewhere out there.
When he opened his eyes, something shiny on the bed caught his eye.
Desperately he rushed to his bed and picked up the shiny object that caught his eye. He picked it up, examining the tiny paraphernalia.
A silver necklace lay in his hand. Bella's.
It was pretty and slightly worn, probably passed down from her mother. An old fashioned tiny oval locket hung on a thin long chain. The cool metal felt nice against his skin. He popped open the locket. The frame held nothing in it except for an intricately carved inscription.
Lovers, gratified in each other, I am asking you about us. You hold each other. Where is your proof?
Rilke.
Instinctively he knew this was his sign. The encouragement he needed. She had left him something so precious—an heirloom practically—with him. Bella wouldn't do there if she didn't love him beyond that one night.
He needed to show her proof. Proof that he beyond all loved her…
The phone rang again, interrupting his reverie. Probably Jasper from Seattle calling again.
Seattle.
"I grew up here my whole life," she had said silently last night, slight bitterness in her tone "And tomorrow, I'm moving to Seattle."
His answer. Now he understood.
Bella left him because she was moving to Seattle. She thought they weren't meant to be. That irony and fate were playing with them.
I'm moving to Seattle, her lovely soothing voice echoed in his head. Seattle.
She was there! Edward breathed. In Seattle!
"Hello?" He picked up the phone, slightly dazed. Sure enough Jasper's panicked voice came booming through the phone.
"Edward? Did you just hang up on me? Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm still here," He murmured, playing distractedly with the thin long chain. Where is your proof?
"Is everything all right?"
Edward continued to look at the glittering necklace. His heartbeat slowed a little.
"I'm not sure," he admitted. But somehow looking at her necklace she left behind for him made him a lot calmer. And certain.
Bella loved him, and this was her proof.
He heard Jasper asked a question, but he somehow he couldn't hear his faraway voice. His entire mind was absorbed with Bella. Bella and her long dark hair. Bella and her tinkling musical voice. Bella and her brown dark expressive eyes, looking at him.
Silly Bella— shouldn't she know that he love her enough to follow her anywhere?
"What's wrong?" Jasper asked hesitantly.
"Jasper," Edward finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to back to Seattle. I'm moving back there right now, this moment."
He was going to find her.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
- E. E Cummings. I carry your heart with me
Okay that's it. I just want to remind you this is not your cliche fic. She is not going to be pregnant (though the idea now seems tempting).
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