A/N: Here is the Fandom Gives Back drabble written for kristenm214! Thank you for letting me share it!
She wanted pure angst, prompt: "picture."
Enjoy! (Note: not wussperv approved)
It was as if I had been living with my eyes closed. I saw things, but nothing registered in my brain. All food tasted the same—cardboard. Ever since he'd left me, nothing seemed worth living for. I was little better than a potted plant. Even my skin felt numb. Sometimes I thought about suicide, but even that seemed like too much effort. It was easier to let inertia rule me.
Charlie wasn't pleased at all, of course, but what did I care for the feelings of others? I was feeling too much of my own shit; that was the problem. My brain knew I should be making more of an effort, but my body refused to comply.
It was as if he never existed, as he promised. He took everything with him, the photos, the gifts, the lullaby. If it weren't for Charlie's memories, for the kids in school mentioning the Cullens from time to time, I would have thought I'd made it all up, delusions of a lonely girl.
Spending time with Jacob helped. I didn't feel like me, but at least I felt alive. And when I impetuously decided to go cliff-diving, I didn't think of anything beyond my own desire not to be numb anymore.
I didn't realize there could be repercussions.
I hadn't expected to see Alice, and from the look of her face, I think she hadn't expected to see me either.
"You're alive?" she asked, grasping my arms tightly to make sure I were real.
"Of course I am. What, you thought that just because you all abandoned me that I'd stop existing?" The vitriol in my voice surprised even me.
Alice crumpled to the ground, holding her head. Through tearless vampire sobbing, she told me everything: her vision of my jumping, Edward's grief, his exposing himself to humans in Italy, how the Volturi … killed him.
I was too stunned to cry. I was just a husk. Bella was completely gone now, her humanity burned away like Achilles' as his mother held him in the fire.
"Here." Alice pressed something into my hand and left. Who knew how long it was before I had enough strength to look down at the object? God, maybe, if there was a God. But to him time is meaningless.
It was just a 3x5 photograph, a snapshot taken on my birthday of Edward, as if clumsy, manmade technology could dare begin to capture his beauty. My Edward, trapped forever in this tiny space, in two inadequate dimensions.
It was all I had. And now, it was all I would ever have.