Edward's line
I had been walking through Sao Paulo's dilapidated streets for days now, each day fighting to keep what little will I had left, to stay away from Forks and from Bella. I missed her blush, her captivating brown eyes and the sound of her heatbeat. I growled at myself for letting myself think that deeply of her, only before had I thought her name, her impossible love for me. The way I lied to her, told her I didn't want her and that she was no good for me; she believed me I could see it in her eyes. I could tell that my hopes for a 'clean break' were most probably in vain. I was pulled from my reverie by the shrill tone of my cell phone and on it's sixth ring I finally answered it. What could Rosalie possibly have to say to me?
"What is it Rosalie?" extremely annoyed that the one person in my family who didn't even like Bella and wished she were gone had disturbed me.
"Edward" she sighed, sounding like she were grinning and just taking the mick.
"Rose" I finally answered. She paused for a moment and I pinched the bridge of my nose with impatience.
"Edward, Bella is dead, Alice saw it and I can tell she won't get there in time. She jumped off a cliff screaming your name" the second she spoke the name 'Bella' I stopped breathing. I slowly processed what she had just said. 'Bella is dead' I could barely comprehend those words being in the same sentence. Dead? How? 'jumped off a cliff' NO, she killed herself! Why did she give up? I could never be the cause of that, something much worse must have happened. 'screaming your name' Me. My fault, I made her die, I killed her, I knew I'd somehow kill her. Be it she were a vampire or not. Then the feeling of emptiness struck, I was hollow. I heard Rosalie ask whether I was there or not, by this time the sound of her voice was simply an irritation. I ripped the lid of the nearby dumpster off of it's hinges and tipped it over. Hundreds of tin and aluminium cans hit the floor making a sound like rain. I screamed in rage at myself. I eventually decided to answer her.
"Are you sure?" my voice was raspy, I could only just hear it above the sound of my quick breathing. When did I start breathing?
"Ninety percent sure" Rosalie replied. A red haze fell across my vision and I punched the wall to my left. I struck it with such force that the bricks crumbled beneath my hard knuckles, there was now a large hole there. Soon, I realised I was still holding this fragile piece of metal that was called a cell phone and threw it into the second dumpster as if it were a baseball. I didn't care what Rosalie was thinking, she had told me the worst news I could ever imagine and now I took it upon myself to despise her for it. Bitch. I felt my stomach drop to the floor and my heart was gone, not dead, gone. Bella had always claimed it. I sat down and curled into a ball and rocked against the same wall I destroyed and hummed Bella's lullaby. It was somehow calming, as though she were there with me, I imagined her warm, soft arms wrapping around my cold body and she kissed my cheek. I sat like that for a day. Thinking only of Bella. My phone rung again in the dumpster but I ignored it, I needed to be with her. I came to a decision shortly after the sun rose above the horizon. I would go to the Volturi and would ask them to kill me, as it were. I didn't care if my family sat in their rooms moping for a week, in the end they would be better off without me as Bella was. No, she wasn't you idiot! She went and killed herself after a few months without me. I know, but I can't bear to be where she isn't, can't bear to live when she is dead. Without any further debating within my mind, I stood up and ran as fast as I could to the nearest airport.
A/N: Well there you have it! The workings of Edward's mind during that phone call. ;) Why don't you review? Maybe I'll write more...