Disclaimer: Ugh this is going to get annoying. I still do not own anything. Except the hat I'm wearing. Of which I love.

AN: Well, I decided I should make a story to go with the title of this whole collection. So, here we go again! Oh and, come on, 69 of you have at least looked at this. Reviews PLEASE! I heart them. A lot. And thank you for the review Holli-Loves-Edward. I loved them.

Ok, so, Edward left a different way in this. It's still his first time leaving. Sorry if the note is a little OOC.

Wilting Hearts and Bleeding Roses

BPOV

I awoke to sharp pain shooting up my arm, starting somewhere around my wrist up to my elbow. I looked down at my arm curiously and saw a white bandage with some slight bulges where the stitches were. The cause of the sudden pain had been the fact I had rolled over on top of it.

Suddenly, the events of the previous night came streaming into my mind, playing for me like a video. Ah yes, I had gotten a stupid paper cut. And that paper cut had led to the much larger gash, which was currently being held together so the skin could heal fully. I also then realized Edward was not next to me like he usually was. I quickly glanced over to my rocking chair, where he often sat. When he was not there, I began to panic and I leapt out of bed so quickly that my head began to spin. Once the dizziness had faded, I frantically looked around the room, hoping to see him standing in one of the corners for some unknown reason.

Not seeing him, I rushed over to the closet, throwing it open hoping to see his smiling face. All that was in there was my clothing.

In a final, vain attempt to find him I went desperately to the window, only to find the yard still dark, and that no one was out there. I turned to glance at the clock, to figure out the time thinking maybe he had just run home to change, to find that the glowing numbers were obscured by a white envelope which was tied to a red rose.

With trembling fingers, I untied the ribbon, which appeared to be a midnight blue in the darkness, and opened the letter, which had not been sealed.

Isabella-

I apologize for the fact you must discover this in a note, but, my family and I are leaving. This is for the best. I don't believe this, us, would have worked out anyhow. But, may I ask a favor of you? Please, try to be safe. If not for my sake, then at least Charlie's. I apologize for this, and last evening.

Sincerely,

Edward

The note fell from my fingers, floating to the floor as I fell to my knees, staring ahead. He was gone. And, from the looks of it, didn't care too much about me either. No tears came, no feeling at all. I was just hollow, empty. Numb. I saw the rose on the ground, next to the note, and carefully picked it up. As I held it tightly in my hand, I suddenly felt a pain in my finger tip. Bringing my hand to my face, I realized that I had been pricked by a thorn and was now bleeding. Apparently not all the thorns were removed. Examining my finger still, I noticed that it was the finger next to the one with the paper cut. The cut that had caused all of this. There was suddenly a slight drip sound, and I looked to see that the thorn must have gone fairly deep and had a little blood on it, some of which had just dripped to my floor.

Great.

Now all I had was a wilting heart, and a bleeding rose.