I've started writing Dying Sun. After this story, I'll begin posting that one. Now, let's move on.

2nd June, 2008- EPOV

The sun was out, a rare occurrence in Forks. We were making the most of it by spending the day in the meadow. I turned my head to face the angel lying beside me. The beauty of our surroundings paled in comparison to her pale perfection.

As if sensing my intense gaze, she looked over at me, her pink lips breaking out in a shy smile. "What is it?" She asked, a red blush staining her cheeks. "Oh nothing," I answered carelessly. "Just admiring Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty." The blush, that we all teased her about, grew even darker.

I chuckled and held out an arm towards her. Immediately, she rolled over to lay on top of me, her elbows resting on my shoulder, my one arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand cupping her face. Her dark hair fell on either side of our faces, creating a dark curtain between us and the rest of the world.

Slowly, she leaned down and kissed my lips. Her fingers played with the hair just above my ears and I tightened my hold on her, the strawberry scent of her shampoo overwhelming. Her lips tasted of chocolate and orange juice, and I relished it on her.

All too soon, we broke apart, breathing heavily. I opened my eyes to look at her. She looked back at me through her lashes. "I love you," she whispered. I brushed a thumb across her cheek and opened my mouth to return the sentiment. But…

I jolted upright in bed, panting, tears trickling down my face. I quickly wiped my face and thought wryly, 'Happy birthday to me.' I swung my legs of the bed and sat on the edge, my head buried in my hands, trying to regain some semblance of composure. I couldn't.

For the last three years, my life had been just a series of monotonous events, lived day after day, trying to preserve a facade for the sake of my family and friends. Unfortunately, the slightest gesture of love or intimacy made me being horribly. My parents and Rosalie and Emmett tried their best to avoid even touching each other in front of me. So did Alice and Jasper, but with them, all they had to do was look directly at each other and you would feel the love and utter devotion radiating from both.

After the accident, Jasper had finally come to his senses and given in to his feelings for Alice. Now, they were inseparable. I was happy for them, really. But, somewhere deep inside, I resented and was jealous of their relationship. I couldn't even look him in the eye without fearing he would see those hidden feelings, not to mention the fact, he was the spitting image of his sister.

With a sigh, I walked over to the dressing table. There were no photos of her in my room, or anywhere in the whole house really. It hurt too much to even think her name, let alone see a picture of her. Instead, the letter Jasper had given to me three years ago, was still there, worn and crinkled from the many times I had unfolded and folded it again. I resisted the urge to do so now; I had it memorized and there was no point in torturing myself.

Instead, I forced myself to look at my reflection and cringed again. I was a pitiful sight. Even a stranger could tell I was suffering. I kept staring at myself, not able to make myself move and get dressed for college. I was already late. But something was different today. I felt a tingling presence all over my skin, something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was the feeling I'd had very time she was nearby.

I would never know if what happened next was real or just a figment of my long-dead imagination and constant suffering.

The image in the mirror changed. Unkempt bronze hair became dark, mahogany curls; sunken, dark green eyes became bright, chocolate orbs; the weary figure of a man with a broken heart became the slender, straight body of a girl in the prime of her life. I was staring at the image of a girl I knew to be dead. "Bella," I whispered and reached out to touch the mirror. To touch her face.

She didn't say anything, just smiled at me; the same smile that had haunted my dreams every night. Before I could say anything else, the image disappeared and I found myself facing my own reflection again. But now, I knew what to do. Nobody was at home. Nobody could stop me.

Moving fast, I stepped into the bathroom and, plugging the drain, began filling the tub. Opening the cupboards, I found the sleeping pills I needed and took out four of them, popping them all into my mouth at once. Going back into my room to grab a marker, I wrote a short message on the bathroom mirror. I could feel the drugs taking effect. I stepped into the tub and relaxed, letting the movement of the water lull me into sleep.

Before I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I heard a melodic voice speaking to me, "I'll be waiting."

3rd Person POV

Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie sat together in Emmett's Jeep, in front of the college gates, waiting for Edward to arrive. They weren't really expecting him for another fifteen minutes. After all, it was hard enough for them to live through today, one could only imagine how difficult it was for Edward.

Without warning, Alice gasped loudly in the backseat, clutching Rosalie's arm. Jasper and Emmett twisted in their seats upfront to face her, while Rose shook her slightly. "Alice, you okay?" She asked. Alice's eyes were dazed. "We have to get back. Something's wrong. Edward…" She trailed off, not able to say anything else.

She didn't need to; Emmett was already starting the car. The six of them had known each other since the first day of high school. Their numbers were already down to five; they didn't want to lose anyone else.

Five minutes later, they were ringing the bell to the Cullen's house. Carlisle and Esme were out of town for the week and Rose practically lived with Emmett, so Edward had the house to himself. But when he didn't answer the door, Rose used her key and all four of them barged in. "Edward!" They called him one after the other. Alice went to check upstairs, Rosalie went to the garden behind the house, Emmett and Jasper checked the rooms below.

Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded from upstairs. Rose, Jasper and Emmett raced after Alice, finding her in the doorway of the bathroom. All four of them stood frozen at scene that greeted them. Edward's lifeless body was in the bathtub, which was filled with water. There was a bottle of sleeping pills near the basin and a simple message of three words had been scrawled on the mirror in black marker: Not without her.

I have no idea what made me come up with depressing story like this. Even my sister hates this. But still, read and review please.