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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Also, I do not own any references to movies, songs, or other media.

BPOV

Wake-up.

Eat.

Get dressed.

Go to work.

Come home from work.

Eat.

Sleep.

Repeat.

Thus was my life the weeks after I broke up with Edward. Rose and Alice kept telling me that I needed to get out and meet someone new. I kept telling them that I would go out when I was ready. They tried to get me to go out with them a couple of times. On the rare occasions that I did go out with them I wasn't much fun. I wouldn't say that I was a total zombie, just a partial one. Maybe I was one of those half-zombie breed things that were human but only just. I wasn't crying every 5 minutes and I wasn't shlumming along everyday. I went to work and was the usual happy Bella at work, it was only at home where I occasionally let myself shut down and stare blankly at a wall. For the most part I though I was doing pretty well. I was living and trying to make it through without Edward, and his kids. I never expected myself to miss those kids as much as I did. I mean, I knew I loved them to pieces, who wouldn't? But I was aching for them. Physically hurting for them, on top of hurting for Edward.

I made it a point to go to lunch with Alice and Rosalie at least once a week. They would update me on their lives and how things were going with them. Alice and Jasper were trying to have a baby and Rose was trying to deal with Emmett's shenanigans. She was hesitant at first to talk about Emmett because of his connection to Edward. It took me a while to assure her that it was fine and that Emmett was nothing like Edward. Emmett had the capacity to love someone else. I started going back to Forks on the weekends to visit my dad. He was happy to see me, or he was happy that he was eating real food. I could never be sure. I also started talking to Jacob again. He and I sort of lost touch after I moved to Seattle, but we reconnected since I was back in Forks so often. Jacob would take me to all of the events down in La Push. Bonfires, barbeques, jam sessions, you name it and I was there. I really missed all of my friends down there. It was nice to get some stability in my life after the Edward/Mya/Julliard drama. When I was with Jacob I tried not to think about Edward. The key words being I tried. But even little things reminded me of him. My car for example, because that's where Edward kissed me for the first time. Italian food, because that's were we ate on our first date. Dance music, because that's what was playing when Edward saved me in the club. He was everywhere, even though I was aching for him not to be.

After a month or so I was finally able to make myself function like I did before I met Edward Cullen. I hadn't heard anything from him, or Mya, which to be honest had me a little worried. I assumed that Edward was still denying his daughter her chance at happiness and therefore there was no reason for Mya to contact me. Either that or Edward had forbid her from doing it, which to be honest would not surprise me in the slightest. I often found myself questioning how I could fall in love with such a cold person, but that question was always followed by the memory of Edward playing his piano, or him on my couch as he poured out his life story. He bewitched me and I couldn't understand why.

I mewled over these thoughts as I was driving down to La Push to go to one of Jacob's bonfires. I finally convinced myself that I had accepted my fate and that I should try and move on with my life. I smiled as I thought of Jacob and his warm smile and kind heart. Maybe he would be a better match for me than Edward. The thought of being with someone else made my stomach turn but I forced myself to consider the possibility.

When I arrived in La Push my dad, Jacob, Billy Black, and a bunch of guys from around the area were already drinking and had the fire lite. The moment I saw them my mind was at ease. La Push always had a way of calming me; every time I came here I was immediately at peace with myself and the world. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit, but still, it was peaceful. However the peacefulness served as a double-edged sword. I loved getting back to nature and my roots and being surrounded by my friends and my dad, but, the quiet revere of La Push also allotted time for my thoughts to wander. And they would wander to Edward. I tried really hard not to let my thoughts overtake my mind, but I just couldn't do it. Tonight for some reason Edward was more present in my mind than ever. I drove home in a slight daze after getting the third degree from my father about how quiet I had been. When I got home I immediately went to bed. I was too exhausted to do anything else, mentally and physically.

My phone started obnoxiously buzzing, waking me from a dead sleep and I cursed whoever was calling me at this late hour. It was so late I didn't even bother looking at who was calling.

"Hello?" I asked in a sleepy voice.

"Bella! It's Tony" at this I sat straight up and looked at the clock.

3:03am.

This was not the call I wanted from the Cullen kids.