Bella's new relationship will be revealed in the next chapter. Now, do you guys think she should end up with this person, or not?
Oh god. Four months, a week, and two days later, and things weren't getting any easier. But it's time to start picking up the pieces of my shattered life. Starting with reorganization.
I knew that I would never be able to dispose of Edward's possessions, but I couldn't keep staring them in the face. I needed a special place for them; somewhere he could live on. So I went around our bedroom, picking up things and placing them on our king-sized bed.
His car keys. His cell phone. His wallet. A stupid bouncy ball he had gotten out of a vending machine at Pizza Hut. His books and toiletries. Each precious item that he had, laid out in a row. Taking a deep breath, I opened his closet and was immediately assaulted by his scent. Fighting back the urge to cry, I determinedly sifted through the clothes, leaving only a few of his button-up shirts, tee shirts, and ties hanging there. I also left several pairs of his boxers and a few pair of athletic shorts in his drawers. Everything else joined the pile on the bed.
As I knelt down to fish a pair of shoes out of the corner of his closet, my hand brushed up against a small and unfamiliar cardboard box. Curious, I pulled it out and hesitantly lifted the lid. I almost lost myself at what I saw. A worn envelope, with my name written in Edward's unmistakable script. Hands shaking, I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.
Bella,
I wrote this letter after you said yes to my proposal. After you agreed to marry me. You have no idea how happy you have made me in these last three years, and I cannot wait until you're my wife. I love you so much, Bella, and I always will. The things in this box all represent something special in our relationship. Anytime I'm gone, you can look through this box and remember those moments, and remember that I will always come home to you. Thank you for loving me.
Your Edward
I dropped the letter and buried my head in my hands, sobs racking through my body at an alarming pace. He wasn't coming home. I would never be his wife.
As soon as my tears stopped, I lightly shifted the box to get a better look at the contents. I was surprised at what I found. Lying on top was a bright red scarf, carefully folded. A post-it was stuck to it.
You were wearing this scarf the night we told each other "I love you" for the first time. You looked beautiful, like an angel.
I gently stroked the scarf before digging through the box.
A battered copy of Wuthering Heights.
You wouldn't put this down…until I hid it from you. But you were so sad when you couldn't find it that I bought you another copy at a used bookstore.
An 'Edward Cullen' tattoo sheet from one of those teen magazines, with one of the tattoo's missing.
When you found these in a magazine, you insisted that I put one on. I refused, but when I fell asleep you applied it to my butt. I still haven't got you back for that.
A slightly dented coke can.
From the camping trip we went on with Emmet and Rosalie. You threw the can at Emmet when he wouldn't shut up about our sex life.
A swatch of fabric I recognized from an old blanket.
The blanket we sat on when we were at the beach during our first date. You said that you would sacrifice your privacy if it meant you could be with me.
Several photographs littered the bottom of the box, but one stuck out from the rest. It was a little blurry, and the lighting was terrible. But Edward and I were grinning and holding tightly to each other, lying in bed.
We took this picture the morning after we made love for the first time (and several times after that….). You woke up, and asked if I had to leave. I said no, and that I planned on spending most of my morning with you. I still do.
There was no way this was ever going to get any easier.
I posted some pictures on my profile of how I see Edward and Bella. Check them out, and please review!
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie