This is a surprise chapter, definitely, because I hadn't expected for it to be this way. But Enjoy anyways!
BPOV
Months had passed, and Edward and Alice were no longer the talk of the city. Alice had begun dating Jasper, and everything seemed to be going well.
Just like Edward and I.
Alice, Carlisle, and Esme had left for Chicago for Christmas, just as well, my parents had gone on vacation after I had practically pushed them out of the door.
So Edward and I were alone. And we alternated houses every night for a week, settling in my bedroom on Christmas Eve. We were up in my bedroom, listening to a mix from my iPod. Lily Allen, the Used, Slipknot, Breaking Benjamin . . . wonderful stuff.
"So what do we do?" I asked Edward.
"I have a few ideas," he said. I smiled.
He kissed me, blowing my mind like he always did. And we made out for a long while, it escalating into something I didn't recognize. Edward touched my breasts, and I wanted him to. I did. So we started taking off our clothes, but before we actually went any further, we sat in front of each other.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"Do you?" he said.
I nodded.
And he nodded too.
And so we did. He lay me back on my bed, kissing me more passionate than I had ever known. And we further undressed each other. Edward pulled back and looked at me.
He was going to say something, but I cut him off, saying, "Shut up and make love to me."
He chuckled. And that's exactly what we did.
And it was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced.
I never fully dwelled on the idea of sex with Edward, but I never knew how amazing it could be. And it was very amazing. I could never not want him that way ever again.
After school, Edward and Alice came over to my house. It was the first time Alice met, Jacob, and I could tell she was trying to cope and be nice, unlike Edward, whose dislike for my best friend could be seen in the tension in his body, just like with Jacob.
So we all endured a movie and then Jacob went home. But not before pulling me into the other room to talk to me.
"I hate them both. The boyfriend, I can tolerate. But the little pixie girl gives me the creeps," he said. "How can you be friends with them?"
I smacked him clear across the friends.
"Get out, and don't come back Jacob. I can tolerate your silent disapproval, but not when you're going to bash them right when they're in the next room. Don't even call. I don't want to talk to you ever again."
And I stomped out of the room. How could I tolerate it when he was bashing my friends?
I went up to my bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door.
"Jacob, I said go away! You filthy mother fu-"
Edward walked in instead. I held back the rest of my word.
"That bad, huh?" he asked.
"He's such a jerk, Edward. I love you and Alice. You guys are perfect for me. And he just can't get it that I don't like him."
Edward's face was a little somber. I shut up and asked him what was wrong.
"Uh, I don't know how I'm going to tell you this," he said.
"What?" I expected him to tell me that he didn't like me anymore, that he didn't want me to be his girlfriend anymore.
"My father got a job offer in Italy, and he took it."
"Oh! That's great!" I hugged him but he didn't hug me back. At all.
I pulled back.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Alice, my mother and I are going with him," he said.
"To Italy? Wow, that's far."
"I know Bella, but you have to believe me when I tell you that I don't want to go with them, I don't. I want to stay her, at this school, in this city, with my girl," he said with a drop dead gorgeous smile. I could have melted. And a part of me did.
My eyes sprung tears.
"Your girl?" I said through a teary smile.
He chuckled. "Bella, you've always been my girl."
He leaned forward and kissed me, a wondrous kiss, the kind that had fireworks and angels, and all that crap those corny books say.
I fell back, letting him kiss me hard and so very passionately. It was like he was saying goodbye, but without saying goodbye. And it hurt my heart that I had had him for only a little while, and I had to let him go. I never wanted to let this go. And it just reminded me of that song, by Secondhand Serenade.
It's a shame that it had to be this way
It's not enough to say I'm sorry
It's not enough to say I'm sorry
Maybe I'm to blame
Or maybe were the same
But either way I can't breathe
Either way I can't breathe
All I had to say is goodbye
Were better off this way
Were better off this way
I'm alive but I'm losing all my drive
Cause everything were been through
And everything about you
Seemed to be a lie
A guiltless twisted lie
It made me learn to hate you
Or hate myself for letting it pass by
All I had to say is goodbye
Were better off this way
Were better off this way
All I had to say is goodbye
Were better off this way
Were better off this way
And every, everything isn't only
What it seemed so hold these
Words that you never told me
Its time to say goodbye
Its time to say goodbye
Its time to say goodbye
Goodbye
Bye
Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong
Was he really saying goodbye to me? Was he just going to tell me that we couldn't be together anymore? Was I going to have to suffer about because he just wasn't with me?
"Edward," I said against his lips. "Edward, I need to know something," I told him. I opened my eyes and met the greenest of green.
"I'm not letting you go Bella. If it takes every weekend to come and see you, I'll do it. But I'm not letting you go. I can't let this just end. It barely started." He rested against my body, his head on my shoulder and ran my nails through his hair. His arm curled around my waist.
"When are you guys leaving?" I asked him softly.
"Sunday," he said.
It was Thursday.
"Of next year?" I attempted sadly.
"I wish."
I sighed. "I really don't want you to leave, Edward. Not when it's just so good," I said to him.
"I know, Bella, I know." He sighed again. "I got you a gift," he said.
I smiled at him. "For what?"
"Well, I was supposed to give it to you first, before me telling you, but I forgot." He smiled at me. I followed him downstairs. He took a little blue Tiffany's box out of his back pack, and then another. I only knew they were from Tiffany's because it was the same kind of box my mom got her engagement ring from Phil.
"Here, this one is from Alice," he said. I opened it. And there was a half if a lady bug. This half said Bella, Alice's Bff. Don't mess with her or I'll burn you. :)
I laughed. I put it on. And then Edward gave me the other gift. When I opened it, it was a necklace, but it was attached to a silver key. The base was a locket, empty, but still, it made my eyes water. I loved it. So much.
"Wow, Edward. This is amazing. I don't know what to say . . ."
He helped me put it on, it hung just a little bit lower than Alice's gift, but it was amazing. I tackled Edward with a kiss. He chuckled against my lips, but I just kissed him, hard and passionately. I loved the feeling that rose within me.
"You are amazing," I said to him.
"I know," he said with a playful grin. And he kissed me back.
Sunday came too fast. I didn't even know school passed and the weekend was over before I even knew it had begun.
I did Edward's family the favor of driving them to the airport on that morning. Edward, Alice and I were in the back, and we were all holding hands, just trying to get the best of each other's company before they left me.
At the airport, we were about an hour early, so Edward and I sat at the coffee shop, drinking coffee and sitting next to him, his arm wrapped around my shoulder.
We didn't talk much, just kind of sat there together; ignoring the rest of the world, because all that was there was me and Edward. That's it.
I sipped my frapaccino and then cuddled closer to Edward.
And then, before I knew it, an hour had passed already.
"Edward," Alice said. "Ten minutes." She hugged me, with tears in her eyes, and then walked away.
I looked up at Edward. His jaw was set. I kissed him, anywhere I could reach. And he kissed me back. It was a tired kind of kiss, like he was saying goodbye, but not really. Like it was a see you later, but it'll be a while.
Then out ten minutes were up.
"You're the best thing that's happened to me. Don't cry Bella, please don't cry." Edward hugged me tight, but I sobbed. He was really leaving. And I couldn't believe it. I wanted to just hold him forever, but I pulled it together and kissed him one last time, before seeing him walk away from me.
"Bye," I said.
"Bye," he said back.
I watched him leave all the way, crossing my arms over my chest and then smiled when he looked at me one last time. And then I went home. My mom and Phil were home, and I must have looked like a mess, because my mom came over to me and gathered me into her arms. And I cried.
"He left, Mommy, he left me," I said to him.
"It's okay baby, It's okay. I talked to Carlisle and Esme, and we arranged it for Alice and Edward to come down for Spring Break." I looked up at her.
I'd see Edward in three freaking months. What the Eff? How was that fair for me? For him? For Alice? I just wanted them back. Everything was so great that I couldn't help but smile when I remembered it all. They way we played and how we touched and when we kissed. We were perfect, able to love each other. Now that was all ruined. All the way ruined. And it just didn't seem to matter, because three years later, I hadn't heard from Edward or Alice or any of the Cullens.
And that was it.
"Your girl?" I said through a teary smile.
He chuckled. "Bella, you've always been my girl."
He leaned forward and kissed me, a wondrous kiss, the kind that had fireworks and angels, and all that crap those corny books say.
I was beginning to think that it was all a dream. Especially since it wasn't Edward that was in my bed, after waiting three years for the boy of my dreams but Jacob Black, my best friend.
My hand instinctively went up to the silver key-locket he'd given me. I couldn't just give up on him. He'd come back to me. He would. I could feel it in my soul.
"Hey Bella," Jacob said next to me.
"Yeah, Jake?"
"Will you marry me now?" he said. He tossed me a box. Inside was a pretty ring with a solitary diamond.
"Sure."
"Really?"
"I've got no one better," I said with a shrug.
"Good."
And then Jacob and I made love again.
And while it was Jacob, I thought of Edward, all the things he did, the ways he touched me. And in that little fantasy, I was content.
I woke up in a sweat, in my bed, still seventeen years old. It was dark, and my mother was sleeping next to me. I was still seventeen and still in high school. And I wasn't getting married to Jacob.
I sighed.
As much as that scared me, I lay back, resting, calming myself, and not wanting to wake my mom.
And then I remembered the hours I spent with her crying. Crying over Edward.
I sighed again. He really was gone.
I proved it to myself when I went downstairs, in my pajamas, and then next door, the windows curtainless and everything inside bare.
But what caught my eye was the note that was peeking out from the windowsill.
I took it and read it. I recognized Edward's hand writing right away.
Bella,
My dad didn't get a job in Italy. It wasn't because of him that we moved away from you. It was because of Alice and me. Alice and I have leukemia. We stopped receiving chemo in Forks, thinking it would be better here, but in order for us to get better, Italy is where we had to go.
I hope to God you get this note. And if you don't hopefully someone would tell you. I would have done it myself, but you let me think I was normal. And I never thought about it Bella. But now, I realize that it's not gone, but getting worse. Alice is bad. She could die. And as much as I can't live without you Bella, I can't live without my sister. I hope I get to see you again. I really do.
You were a miracle in our lives Bella. And don't ever forget that.
Love, Edward Cullen
I didn't know what to make of the letter. All I know was that I read it over and over, and then collapsed unconscious.
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