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I barely felt the wind licking my face as I drove down the road in a light blue BMW convertible. It had been the first car I'd seen that was even the slightest bit near the speed I longed for. I hadn't bothered with being discreet. As far as I was concerned, I'd soon no longer be a problem with the innocent mortals around me. I had a plan. I was on my way to get on the first plane to Italy.
I replayed the last few moments I had suffered before jumping to this conclusion.
" Oh Edward," Rosalie said sadly into the phone. "I'm so sorry."
I was puzzled, confused. Rosalie had done nothing to me. I had been the one who had forced the family to move, caused them to suffer my pain and then left them to suffer more. "What would youever have to be sorry to me about?" Rosalie inhaled deeply before she said the next sentence. My impatience got the better of me. "Rosalie?"
"It's Bella." my phone slipped from my ear as I winced in the pain of hearing her name. My phone landed on its back, the mouthpiece still facing up towards me. I tried to find my voice, tried to ask what was wrong with Bella, but I was falling into a black hole. I already knew what had happened. I just didn't want to believe it.
"Edward, she, well, Edward, she killed herself. She jumped and Alice never saw her come back up . . ." I would hear no more of it. I didn't believe it. I snatched up my and snapped it shut, straining myself not to break it. I dialed the number I knew only too well. I would prove Rosalie wrong. Bella was not dead.
"Swan residence." An unfamiliar voice answered me, low and husky. They sounded irritated, like I had interrupted something important. This frightened me.
"This is . . . Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I picked the first name that had popped to my mind. Surely I couldn't use my own name, not after the damage I knew I'd done. "May I talk to Chief Swan please?"
"He's not here." The voice spat back at me, each word decisive and cold.
"Where would he be?" I fought to keep my voice even, hoping that wherever he was, it didn't concern Rosalie being correct.
"He's at the funeral." The phone hit the ground with a thud, snapping shut. The words cut through me like a knife on butter. The pain was unbearable. I doubled over and grabbed my knees for support. They buckled weakly under me and I collided roughly with the ground.
Funeral. The word echoed repeatedly through my head. He's at the funeral.
No.
No. Bella.
Bella. Come back.
It was all my fault.
I had killed Bella.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
I sobbed, tearless cries as I fought for control. I couldn't deal with this, this . . . the word pain was too small, not descriptive enough or anywhere near as intense as what I was feeling. That was when it dawned on me, the simple conversation that I had had with Bella only months before. I wasn't going to live without you, but I wasn't sure how to do it- I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help . . . so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.
That was the answer. I forced myself to rise, believing that this pain would only hold onto me for so much longer. Soon I wouldn't feel at all. Everything would be gone, and maybe- if I was lucky enough- I would be reunited with Bella, if Carlisle was right. I tossed my cell phone into the garbage can at the end of the alley as I glided past it I hot wired the first car I saw, which was the one I was sitting in now.
I knew I had to move fast, now that my decision was made. No doubt would Alice have seen by now that I was planning on killing myself, or whatever it was that happened to us. Destroying perhaps? Not that it matter, either way I was about to disappear. It would hurt them. I tried not think of it, but I couldn't avoid knowing the amount of pain this would cause them. Esme, my mother in all the ways that mattered most, would hurt the most. I already knew how much it had hurt her just when I left months ago and the very thought of how much this would pain her almost made me consider rethinking. No, not a chance. Esme would live through the disappointment, as would Alice and Carlisle. Emmett would miss maybe my wrestling when Jasper wasn't up to it, but otherwise I was sure he'd make it along with Jasper and Rosalie, who really wouldn't miss me all too much to care about right now.
I caught sight of a sign to the nearest airport and curved the car quickly as to not miss the on coming turn. My decision was made and I was ready to make it. Volterra, here I come.