(Edward POV)
"Edward, it's been two months! Get a grip." Tears stream down my mother's face. "You're making it harder than it has to be. She's gone. We've searched, we all have. It's time to let go."
"Two months with no prevail and now everyone's giving up?" I scream back. "Even Charlie has given up!"
"Edward, even if we find her it won't be her life. Just her body-"
"Enough!" I yell as loud as I can. I don't care if Emmett and Alice are peering over the stair rail at me. I don't care. "Don't you care enough?"
My mother dabs her eyes. "We all do. It's like losing a child for me, Edward! But, we've tried..."
"Not enough." I shook my head. "Not even close."
"When will it be enough? Another two months and no more evidence?" My mother demands with a hoarse voice. Her eyes are redder and even more blotchy.
"No. Not until we find her." I hang my head and look at my socked feet. "I won't give up."
"I know you were the closest to her. It'll be the hardest on you, but you have to face what's real."
"I'm leaving." I snap my head up. "I'll find her."
"Edward," My mother pleads and walks towards me. I take a step back and hold my hands up.
"Don't." I insist.
"You won't find her."
"Not in this town, I won't. I'll look everywhere. She's alive, somewhere. I know she is." I plead.
"No, you're my son and I won't let you leave! I won't lose another! I will not let you risk your life for someone-"
I snap. "Someone? That's all she is now? Bella," The name rasps against my throat. "Is worth more. It's not worth living if I can't be around her. I'd rather be dead than continue as though she never existed. She's out there somewhere and she needs me."
Esme, my mother, blinks at me.
"I love her mom." My voice cracks and I crave in. I'm wrapped in a motherly hug and I hang on for dear life. "I have to find her."
"Not now. Not now." My mother pats my back.
"Before it's too late." I sob. "I can, I will, there'll-"
"Shh. Come on, let's get you to bed. It's alright my son."
Somehow, she gets me to bed. I don't sleep though.
...
It's past midnight now. I get up and pace my room. My eyes hurt, my head hurts, even my hands hurt. Most though? My insides, my heart, my brain. I can't take it. It's been two months. I'm eighteen in a few days.
In a few days I can leave and look for her. I can and I will.
But why not now? I'm wasting precious time. Who knows how much time is left? Is there time left? There must be, I know. I can tell. I'd know if she wasn't... if she...
Something is smooth under my bare feet. I look down.
Paper.
An envelope I didn't notice before.
Directed to me.
I bend down and pick it up. I walk over to the window and let the bright moonlight work as a lamp for me.
In all capital letters is my name, just my name. Edward Cullen.
Hand delivered. I look at my open window. Did somebody sneak in? They must of. But who?
Without further a due, I rip open the envelope with my teeth and pull out the small question card inside it.
In bold, all capital letters is written:
THE WHOLE TOWN HAS GIVEN UP SEARCHING FOR HER BUT HAVE YOU?
My eyes scan over the small card once, twice, a third time, and even a fourth. I turn to face the window and stick my head outside letting the cool hair fill my lungs. I look around; I don't see anyone. When was this letter dropped off? Within the past twelve hours.
It isn't from anyone, and there's no return address.
There's nothing but my name and the card.
I walk the few steps over to the envelope and pick it up. I flip it in my hands a few times and on the third flip I notice something I must have been blind to miss before.
A clue.
On the righthand corner was a little stamp.
One of a picture of a maple syrup bottle with Handover written in the smallest print. I have to squint to see it.
Handover. A town, six or seven hours away by car. That's where this letter was written.
That's where she is.
"Fuck a few days." I mutter as I get my overnight bag prepared. "Hang on, Bella. Not much longer."
A/N: I love maple syrup...
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