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The only chapter from Edward's POV.
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I didn’t know how long it had been, since I had committed the atrocious deed. All I knew was that my chest had been carved open, and someone had wrenched my cuore out. The pain was washing over my body in waves, each one worse than the last, each one dragging me further into my personal hell.
I heard a car come up the driveway. My hands clenched around the floorboards, ripping some of the up in the process, as my screams continued to escape me.
Carlisle’s thoughts echoed in my head. Edward! EDWARD! Please, please, tell me that’s not you. What happened? Stupid question, he left Bella. But I never thought it would be like this-
The car pulled into the driveway, and Carlisle verbalized his thoughts, each word getting louder. “Edward! EDWARD! EDWARD! Where are you? Edward!’
He burst into the living room, where his astonished eyes found my pathetic body, shaking, my arms wrapped around my chest, screams flowing out of my mouth as freely as water flowed down a waterfall.
He quickly slid down to my level, becoming frantic, worried, panicked, and scared. “Edward. Edward, look at me son.” His hands found my head, and pulled it up.
I shook my head, trying to get it out of his grip. I didn’t want to see those perfect, forgiving eyes. I didn’t deserve to be forgiven. I deserved to die a slow painful death, for the monster I was. Not being a vampire, not of being a soulless creature, but for leaving Isabella Swan.
The name caused another round of screams to escape from my mouth.
Carlisle found my cuore again, and lifted it up again, a firmer grip on me this time. I shut my eyes. “Edward, look at me. Please. Are te hurt?” His frantic voice sent yet più pain over my way, although the most pain was where my cold cuore was.
“Edward!” His was extremely scared now. He had Alice on the phone now. “Alice, what do I do? Did te see something?”
I found one of my limbs again, and reached out with my hand. I grabbed the small device he was speaking into, and crushed it, before returning to having both my arms wrapped around my chest.
“Edward, please, let me help you! Tell me what happened?”
I found my eyes, and opened them slowly, managing to stifle my screams for long enough to say one heart-wrenching sentence.
“I left her Carlisle.”
A round of agonizing sobs followed after that. “I left her in the woods. She wanted me, so bad; I had to detangle her hands from my shirt.”
Her hands. They used to caress my face. I remembered the touch, before realizing I would never feel that again. The sobs continued, breaking out of my useless mouth.
“I know, son, I know,” he detto to me. “Please, te have to get up-“
“HOW CAN I?” I screamed at him. “I left her. I left her in the woods. I left her to fend for herself. I left Bel-“
I choked on the name. Carlisle’s hands came around my body in a comforting hug. He wasn’t worried, o scared, o frantic now. He was just kind, and compassionate. “Edward,” he murmured softly. “Look at yourself-“
“These eyes should be gouged out with hot pokers,” I sobbed. “I’m a monster Carlisle. A soulless monster who deserves never to see again.”
“You’re not a monster,” he comforted.
“I left her,” I sobbed. “How can te say I’m not a monster?”
“You left her to protect her,” he detto to me. “That makes te an angel, not a monster.”
“I left her in the woods. I told her I didn’t Amore her. I’m a monster. The worst of all kinds.”
“Edward,” he murmured, giving up on trying to convincing me I wasn’t a soulless monster. “You should come with me. Back to the family. Esme is waiting.”
I really was a monster. Staying here, giving no thought to who might have been worrying.
Isabella Marie cigno was worrying.
I screamed at the pain the name brought, and wound my arms tighter around my chest. Carlisle noticed, and tried to pull one free. “Come on, Edward. You’re always the strong one,” he muttered to himself, still tugging on my left arm. It simply snaked tighter around my chest.
Sighing, he gave up, and simply picked me up. “Let’s go home, Edward.”
I made no struggle as he sat me down in the back sede, sedile of the car. I turned away from him, and sobbed into the seat.
Sighing again, he pulled out of the driveway, heading for our new home
The only chapter from Edward's POV.
Disclaimer-You recognize, I don't own. Simple. Anything else=mine
I didn’t know how long it had been, since I had committed the atrocious deed. All I knew was that my chest had been carved open, and someone had wrenched my cuore out. The pain was washing over my body in waves, each one worse than the last, each one dragging me further into my personal hell.
I heard a car come up the driveway. My hands clenched around the floorboards, ripping some of the up in the process, as my screams continued to escape me.
Carlisle’s thoughts echoed in my head. Edward! EDWARD! Please, please, tell me that’s not you. What happened? Stupid question, he left Bella. But I never thought it would be like this-
The car pulled into the driveway, and Carlisle verbalized his thoughts, each word getting louder. “Edward! EDWARD! EDWARD! Where are you? Edward!’
He burst into the living room, where his astonished eyes found my pathetic body, shaking, my arms wrapped around my chest, screams flowing out of my mouth as freely as water flowed down a waterfall.
He quickly slid down to my level, becoming frantic, worried, panicked, and scared. “Edward. Edward, look at me son.” His hands found my head, and pulled it up.
I shook my head, trying to get it out of his grip. I didn’t want to see those perfect, forgiving eyes. I didn’t deserve to be forgiven. I deserved to die a slow painful death, for the monster I was. Not being a vampire, not of being a soulless creature, but for leaving Isabella Swan.
The name caused another round of screams to escape from my mouth.
Carlisle found my cuore again, and lifted it up again, a firmer grip on me this time. I shut my eyes. “Edward, look at me. Please. Are te hurt?” His frantic voice sent yet più pain over my way, although the most pain was where my cold cuore was.
“Edward!” His was extremely scared now. He had Alice on the phone now. “Alice, what do I do? Did te see something?”
I found one of my limbs again, and reached out with my hand. I grabbed the small device he was speaking into, and crushed it, before returning to having both my arms wrapped around my chest.
“Edward, please, let me help you! Tell me what happened?”
I found my eyes, and opened them slowly, managing to stifle my screams for long enough to say one heart-wrenching sentence.
“I left her Carlisle.”
A round of agonizing sobs followed after that. “I left her in the woods. She wanted me, so bad; I had to detangle her hands from my shirt.”
Her hands. They used to caress my face. I remembered the touch, before realizing I would never feel that again. The sobs continued, breaking out of my useless mouth.
“I know, son, I know,” he detto to me. “Please, te have to get up-“
“HOW CAN I?” I screamed at him. “I left her. I left her in the woods. I left her to fend for herself. I left Bel-“
I choked on the name. Carlisle’s hands came around my body in a comforting hug. He wasn’t worried, o scared, o frantic now. He was just kind, and compassionate. “Edward,” he murmured softly. “Look at yourself-“
“These eyes should be gouged out with hot pokers,” I sobbed. “I’m a monster Carlisle. A soulless monster who deserves never to see again.”
“You’re not a monster,” he comforted.
“I left her,” I sobbed. “How can te say I’m not a monster?”
“You left her to protect her,” he detto to me. “That makes te an angel, not a monster.”
“I left her in the woods. I told her I didn’t Amore her. I’m a monster. The worst of all kinds.”
“Edward,” he murmured, giving up on trying to convincing me I wasn’t a soulless monster. “You should come with me. Back to the family. Esme is waiting.”
I really was a monster. Staying here, giving no thought to who might have been worrying.
Isabella Marie cigno was worrying.
I screamed at the pain the name brought, and wound my arms tighter around my chest. Carlisle noticed, and tried to pull one free. “Come on, Edward. You’re always the strong one,” he muttered to himself, still tugging on my left arm. It simply snaked tighter around my chest.
Sighing, he gave up, and simply picked me up. “Let’s go home, Edward.”
I made no struggle as he sat me down in the back sede, sedile of the car. I turned away from him, and sobbed into the seat.
Sighing again, he pulled out of the driveway, heading for our new home
part 2 the cullens. like always it was a rainy giorno in forks. bella and edward were on they way to bella's home but all of a sudin bella was in need of a human momment.they stoped da the cena close to to were they were going after bella came out two men came in.edward could read what they were thinking.he new them some how but he had no clue who they were.all he new was he had to get bella away from them. we'll come back later wisper edward so low that only bella could here what he said.he had to leave. this is were the story begins.
if te liked that just wait for part 3 immortls find vampires.
if te liked that just wait for part 3 immortls find vampires.
9: Send him Amore letters and sign them “You dearest Victoria”.
8: Constantly think about baciare Bella. Run!
7: Lock him in a room with Mike, Tyler, Eric, and Jacob. Give everyone except him a picture of Bella.
6: Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
5: Whenever he leaves a room o says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
4: Make him go out with te to a fancy restrant for his Birthday when it isn’t his Birthday. Get all offended when he won’t eat anything. Start crying.
3: Whenever he complains o argues, reply with “What are te gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
2: Buy him a dog. Name it Jacob.
1: Don’t think.
Oh... one più thing.... RUN!!!
