I Can't Go On Without You Chapter 1: Realization, a twilight fanfic

I Can't Go On Without You by koolioettetheweirdo

This is a short little story written for absolutely no reason at all, besides the fact that I couldn't get this idea out of my head and had to write it. It's approximately four chapters long. I hope you all like it.

Bella never jumped off the cliff, and tried her best to move on in life, although he still lies in her heart, and always will, forever. Her relationship with the wolf pack has become very strong, and Jacob hasn't told her how he feels about her yet. She is spending the day shopping with Angela, her only one true friend. They are at a mall in Port Angeles, and Bella enters a toy store, hoping to buy a birthday present for little Claire, who is now turning three. What happens when something she sees causes her to miss Edward more than she could ever imagine? Unable to face the truth that he left her because he didn't want her, she is shocked beyond belief.

Yeah, I suck at summaries, but it's better than it seems. I think.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.

BPOV

I woke up to yet another morning of rain, much too common in this wet little town. Today is Saturday, and I promised Angela I would go to Port Angeles with her to look for a dress for the spring dance she was going to with her boyfriend Ben.

I, on the other hand, wasn't going. And why would I? It's not that no one asked me to go though, Mike and Jake both did, actually, but I was never one for dancing. Ever.

The only time I ever danced at a school dance was … nevermind.

*Sigh*

Today was going to be another boring day, even if my plans were different from my normal routine of just waking up, going to school, trying my best to get good grades, then heading over to Jake's for awhile.

I stumbled out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. After I was finished, I quickly changed into some comfy clothes, and headed on downstairs to make myself breakfast.

Charlie had gone fishing with Billy, again. He had told me last night that it was so I could take some more time out with Angela tonight, but he'd be fishing with Billy whether I had plans, or not. I could've hung out with Jake, anyways.

I quickly washed the bowl, spoon and cup I had used for my simple breakfast of cereal and a glass of orange juice, and left the house, grabbing my coat and keys on the way.

I climbed into my truck and turned the ignition, ignoring the loud roar of the engine. It was old; this was normal.

I made my way over to Angela's house, and rang the doorbell. She opened the door quickly after and smiled at me, silently thanking me for coming along today. She grabbed her keys, and we got into her little blue mini cooper.

We drove down to Port Angeles, chatting a bit about school, her boyfriend Ben, and random little topics that came to mind. When she asked how I'd been doing with Jacob, and if we were together, I simply shook my head, and laughed.

"We're just friends, Ang."

"Are you sure, Bella? He seems to like you. A lot." She asked, turning to look at me questioningly before returning her attention to the road.

"Yes, I'm sure. We're just really good friends." I answered warily, not wanting to keep the topic about me.

Luckily, Angela understood I didn't want to talk about me anymore, and changed the radio station to some recent hip-hip song I didn't know.

A half hour later, we reached the small shopping centre Angela wanted to go to, and she parked her little mini cooper into a parking space. We got out, and walked into the mall.

I was shocked to see so many people in this little building. Angela laughed beside me, telling me it wasn't far from prom; that girls were already starting their searches for that perfect prom dress. I nodded, and walked into the first dress store Angela was staring at.

Dress shopping was never my thing. Actually, shopping in general has never been my thing. After looking at dozens and dozens of dresses, Angela found a cute teal strapless dress that went down to her knees and accented her brown curls well. (picture on profile)

We had a light lunch at the food court, and then separated so that she could look for some nice shoes and accessories.

I decided to look at the toy store, and get little Claire a birthday present. She was turning three next week, and Emily had invited me over to her house where she would be having a little celebration party with the pack and them. I still find it strange how Quil imprinted on her, since she is only two years old. But they were just so darn cute together; he was like a big brother to her, a really big brother.

I walked into the toy store, and started looking around at the stuffed animals. Perhaps Claire would like a little monkey, or giraffe, or … wolf. I laughed to myself, and picked up the little stuffed elephant. It was so cute. I really think she'd like this one. I smiled, and started walking over to the cash register when I heard a little girl talking about - was I hearing this wrong? - vampires, good vampires.

"No hunny, vampires aren't good, sweetie"

I turned to see a little girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes pick up a "The Count" doll from Sesame Street.

"See momma? Vampires can be good. The Count taught me how to count on Sesame Street last year, remember?" The little girl said stubbornly. She obviously wasn't going to give up until her mom believed her.

Her mother rolled her eyes, and agreed with her daughter, then dragged her over to look at some other dolls.

I couldn't believe it. Even a little girl could think a vampire was good. It didn't take her more than three seconds to object to her mother when she told her that vampires were bad.

No matter what the species, there were good and bad.

All I could think about was him.

Edward.

Edward.

EDWARD.

EDWARD CULLEN.

I dropped the stuffed elephant, and ran out of store as fast as I could.

I felt the tears start to form in my eyes, and then faster than ever before, they started falling down my face.

I was sobbing, as I slowed to a walk, and then fell to my knees on the ground.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I missed him. I missed him a lot. I needed him. I needed him now.

Realization hit me like a hard slap on the cheek.

I can't live without him. Not anymore.

I couldn't even think to call Angela's cell and ask her to come find me.

I just stayed there, kneeling on the cold hard floor of the mall, and cried.

So what did you think? Good? Bad? Terrible? Sad? Not sad enough? Review either way!

Chapter two coming really soon. It's already written, just needs to be re-read and edited.