Chapter One: Broken inside, but not dead yet.
I woke up warm. Sounds normal for most people, however it was rather unsettling for me. I looked around for the cold arms that I was used to. I saw nothing. Perhaps Edward was off doing something important, it was just unusual for him to not be there when I woke up in the morning. I clambered out of bed and stumbled groggily to the bathroom.
I hopped into the shower, thinking about all the things I had to do today, wedding plans. Ugh. I love Alice, but all the preparation had been getting more tedious. I had every intention of finding some way to play hooky. Maybe I would ask Jasper to distract her…
When I stepped out of the shower, I looked in the mirror. I saw the face of a girl who was happy. Alice had insisted on various skin treatments, and they seemed to make my skin glow. I smiled and went upstairs to get dressed. I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, and slipped some sandals on. It was warm outside, but I knew better than to wear shorts to the Cullen household.
I smiled as I ran out of the house as fast as I dared, not wanting to start the day off with a tumble down the front steps. I jumped into my ancient truck, and headed out for my future home.
When I pulled up to the Cullen home, something seemed to embed itself into the pit of my stomach. The house suddenly seemed foreboding. I walked up to the door right as it opened. I felt wind as something with honey blonde hair whisked past me at vampire speed. I jumped, startled, then headed into the house looking for an explanation as to why Jasper would seem so angry.
The first thing I saw was Carlisle holding Esme as she sobbed. It was heartbreaking, even though she shed no tears. I took a hesitant step forward, "Esme… What's wrong?" I didn't really know how to react to seeing my normally cheerful future mother, so upset.
Carlisle looked at me, "Bella… We have bad news. Come sit down." As he said this he led Esme into the living room. Rosalie and Emmett were already in the room. Surprisingly, Rosalie moved over and gestured for me to sit with her. I looked around, hoping to see Alice, then move to sit with Rosalie.
Carlisle sat Esme down, and while keeping his arm wrapped around her, handed me a note. It was in Edward's beautiful script.
I'm sorry to once again cause you so much pain. This is difficult for me to do, because I do love you. But you are not the woman that I am going to spend eternity with. A few weeks ago I realized that I had fallen in love with Alice. When I told her she confessed to having had several visions of her and I together, but she had kept them a secret because she did not wish to hurt you. She wants me to tell you that she loves you very much, and she is so sorry. We will return to Forks in a year, if we are still welcome. I the knowing that I am hurting you, but I see no other alternative. It would be easier now, as opposed to waiting until after you and I were married. Good luck my Bella, I do love you. I wish the best in the world for you.
I stared at the letter. I read it again, and then again once more just to be sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I felt my chest freezing over. My lungs started to scream for air, but I refused to comply. I didn't want to breathe, to live, not without my Edward.
That was my last thought before blacking out.