Random thought: Sometimes first love doesn't equal true love.

Chapter 4

Edward's POV

Growing up in Chicago I learned to love the big city life, I also learned to enjoy the outdoors. I had the most perfect childhood; my parents have always granted me with anything that I could think of.

Life has been busy. My dad, Carlisle, is a well-known producer. He likes having our family together, so we moved constantly because of his job. My mom, Esme, is an interior designer, but she has never worked. She is a housewife and she's great at it; she is the core of our family. I adore her to death. Alice, my sister is one year younger than me. She can be obnoxious sometimes, but she has a special place in my heart. I know that mom and dad love us equally, but Alice is my dad's little princess. He'll do anything for her.

We have lived in many countries and that enables me to speak many languages. I'm very fond of Spanish and French, both languages were necessary in my life. We moved to France when I was 12 years old, right after we left Spain. We lived in France for 5 years; we returned to the United States for the holidays. I could say that France had a big influence in my life. My first and only girlfriend was French, but that's a memory I don't want to recollect.

People don't believe me when I tell them that I lived in France for that long; they expect me to have an accent, but I don't. Maybe because we weren't allow to speak French in our house. Mom always expected us to behave as we were in America, so we celebrated all the American traditions and festivities.

Living in Europe allowed me to develop a taste for classical music. My favorite author is Debussy, Claire De Lune is one of my favorite songs. Because of that I learned to play the piano, I've created some compositions. Some of them were inspired by the nature that surrounded us in France, others are inspired by the people that mean and meant something for me, like my mom, my grandparents and Elena.

Elena was my first love. She was my neighbor and classmate. Elena was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. Her eyes were the color of the sky, they were so bright and her eyelashes were endless. She had dark hair and her skin appeared to be porcelain, it was too soft and perfect. I thought that we'd have a life together full of love. But destiny is uncertain, I am now sure of that.

I promised to never love again, my heart wouldn't resist more pain. It has been a year since Elena's death and I still remember her every day. Even though we weren't together when she passed away; I still think that it was my fault.

I'm glad we left France, I couldn't stay there anymore. Every place reminded me of Elena. I was failing in school because I couldn't concentrate; I couldn't go out because Elena and I visited almost every place in town. I didn't have friends anymore. When she died a part of me died with her; I was broken.

My parents were worried about me; I wasn't the happy son they once had. Dad requested a transfer to the States. I tried to make them realized that I was fine, that they shouldn't worry about me; I failed in my attempt. I wasn't thrilled to move to Forks, the wettest place in the US. Alice was mad to leave her friends, but not as mad as she was to leave the French boutiques. She really loved them.

Transferring to a new school in the middle of my senior year was not easy. American schools are not that different to French schools, but I've heard about kids being bullied by fellow classmates. Luckily I've never experienced that before and it seemed that for now I was safe.

My first day in Forks High school was nothing but extraordinary. Girls practically threw themselves to me; I thought there weren't boys in Forks. Mom has always said that I'm handsome, but moms always see their children as runway models. Maybe she was right after all. I don't like to be in the spotlight, so all that attention was overwhelming. Alice in the other hand loves to be noticed. She doesn't hold back; boys used to fight for her in our former school, she seemed to enjoy it. My classmates kept asking me to go out and take Alice with me; I never agreed. No one seems good enough for her; I guess that's what big brothers do.

I was looking for the Gym, when I saw a girl falling down the stairs. I ran towards her and she was unconscious, I didn't know what to do. I didn't notice when some students got around her, they were calling her name Bella, but she didn't seem to react. I got closer and kneeled down next to her. I could see she was breathing. I started calling her name as well and suddenly she opened her eyes. She had the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. She seemed confused and then she passed out again. The students around us kept making jokes and saying things about her being clumsy and accident prone. I couldn't stand them, I felt very protective of her. She was so frail. I took her in my arms and a blond boy was eager to help, he showed me the way to the clinic.

The nurse wasn't surprised to see her; I guessed the students were right about Bella. The nurse asked me to lay Bella on a gurney. She reminded me of Sleeping Beauty; except for the fact that she was covered in blood and not under a spell. I remembered I had to go to the Gym, the nurse gave me a permit for my absence. I didn't want to leave the clinic, but I had no choice.

Then it was time for lunch, I met with Alice in the cafeteria. She was enjoying her classes and she had already found out about all the malls in the city. Lunch passed so quickly, I barely touched my sandwich. I was still thinking of Bella, she really made honor to her name, at least in Spanish. She was really beautiful.

I was lost again, or maybe it was an excuse to check on Bella. I was walking around the corridors when I saw her grabbing something from the vending machine. I didn't want to scare her, so I hid behind a wall. For what I saw, she was dizzy. I had to make sure she wouldn't fall again.

She started walking faster, I thought she was feeling better after all then she turned around and tripped with her own feet. I rushed to her as fast as I could and got there before she hit the ground. She was startled, I tried to calm her down and put my hand on her mouth. Her lips felt soft and her heart is pounding as fast as the flight of a hummingbird. I helped her get on her feet and she looked like she was going to ask me something, she just said thank you as I help her gathered her stuff.

I broke my promise; I had fallen in love again.

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