2. Letters

I just stood there, staring at the letters, her familiar scrawl on the front of the envelope addressed to me. What would she want with me? I had to find out. I smelt them, to find out which was older. Then, I cautiously opened the first envelope...

Dearest Edward,

It has been a month since you left me for good. I thought even if you never read this, I just had to get it out otherwise I would burst.

Right now, the Ice Queen reigns in my heart. Winter rages and terrorizes my once warm heart. Only you hold the keys to the summer, spring and autumn that once existed in this fragile heart of mine. It was like the fresh, green leaves fell and browned, and the flowers died when you left. When you walked out, you took the morning birdsong with you. When you vanished, so did everything that was beautiful and true. The winter is cold and lonely. The moonlight no longer holds the warmth it once held, and the stars dim and no longer twinkle when I look into the night sky.

You, the only one that opened my heart to love and all that I once thought impossible, shut it with such a force it feels like it's shut forever; only leaving me forgotten, desolate and empty as before. When you broke my heart, it was like you flung a million puzzle pieces into the deepest, darkest, blue seas at the furthest corners of the earth. The funny thing is, as I scramble to retrieve these pieces and fit them together, only one piece remains to be found. Who knows where it lies? Who knows when it will return?

You, who brought life and light, left darkness and death. So, I sing my song heartfelt, the song of a broken heart. So, while I sing I'm waiting, just waiting for someone to fill that hole.

Yours if you want,

Bella

When I finished, I traced the crinkles in the pages, were her tears fell and imagined my own joining hers on the page.

I hurriedly open the next letter, which was a newer one. Judging by its smell, it was only sent last year. A scent of freesia hit me as I pulled out the fragile piece of green paper. In the corner, a lone blood red freesia was pinned on. I felt my world flip as I read the words,



"You are invited to...

Jacob Black

and

Isabella Swan's wedding

On the 27th of June."

I sank to the ground and lay there sobbing impossible tears.