A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating lately. I kinda lost track of where this story was supposed to go. But now I'll have more time to write and plan this story. Thanks for being patient! :)
Previously…
I fell to my knees and just let my pain, longing, and tears overwhelm me. My red hands stopped glowing, but a few bruises appeared from hitting Edward. I just sobbed and sobbed until I couldn't anymore.
Edward crawled over to me and pulled me into him and rocked me.
"It's okay, everything's ok. It'll be fine," he soothed uncomfortably smoothing my hair back.
But it would never be okay. Never.
~oOo~
The next morning, I woke up in a large bed in a small bedroom.
Tints of pink, yellow, and white from the windows' blinds created an open, wide feeling of peace and calm. The walls were a light pink color, and I looked up at the ceiling to see an acoustic drywall texture. It reminded me of my grandmother's ceiling, and I sighed at its beauty.
There was a small walk-in closet on the left side of the room. A bookcase sat on my left side of the bed, facing me. A window faced the other side of the room, illuminating the room with a light glow.
A knock sounded on the door, and I covered myself with the covers.