Stephenie Meyer owns these characters... I just wanted to play a bit. No copyright infringement intended. I don't own Twilight and everything here is fictional.
This is my first real attempt to write anything so I beg you, please be kind! All you authors who do this regularly I'm in awe of you. I can't believe how nervewracking this is.
Mary, Jess, Rachel, Corey, Kim & Heather - thank you for everything. You are the ones who made me think I might be able to do this. Seriously, I'm a reader... not a writer!
COREY - I almost have no words for how much you have helped me .. oh wait.. I do - They are THANK YOU! Thank you for the encouragement, the pushing and the inflating of my ego... I'm not worthy of it but I appreciate it.
So - this idea has been swirling around in my head for a week or so now and I decided after much prodding to give it a shot! Some of the lyrics from the song Breakeven by The Script are included as that was sort of my inspiration here. (loosely my inspiration)
If you are so inclined please go have a listen... the song is one of my faves.
On with the show I suppose -
I still remember the day I met Bella. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. 5'6", long, wavy brown hair, she had a pair of jeans and a shitty Stones tee shirt on that day… I don't even like the Rolling Stones. I couldn't tell you what I went into the bookstore to find, but I left with her number and a promised date for that weekend. We were inseparable and intensely passionate from the start.
A few years ago, I worked my way up to junior partner at my law firm. That title equates to working long days, nights and weekends. Not once did Bella complain when I dragged my ass home at two in the morning just to turn around and get up at six to make it to the office on time. I didn't really acknowledge the sacrifice either. I was doing it for her… for us. So someday we'd have the security and the life that I wanted to provide for her. I didn't know it was taking this big of a toll on us. I was so wrapped up in my work and what was happening with my career that I didn't consider how it affected her… us. It never occurred to me that she wasn't happy.
Bella had made dinner plans for us on Wednesday evening that I was forced to cancel. Something came up with the case I was working, nothing major, but I wanted to get it done, and so I stayed late at the office. Unfortunately, Bella was already at the restaurant when my secretary called to let her know I wouldn't be able to make it. I wrapped things up and walked through the door around 11pm, looking forward to crawling into bed with her. The long hours had taken a toll on the time we spent together, but we never had a problem connecting physically. I was greeted by Bella sitting on our couch, in our living room, in our apartment with a packed bag at her feet.
"Bella, baby, what are you doing?"
"Edward, I just can't do this anymore."
"Do what, exactly, Bella?"
I walked over and sat down next to her. She was holding her head in her hands and I could tell she'd been crying most of the night. The tears had dried on her flushed cheeks, but the sadness was still evident. I could see it in her posture, the redness in her eyes and the exhaustion in her expression.
"This Edward…us." With those words, I knew she had given up on me… on us.
Stunned, I watched her pick up her suitcase and head towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to be staying at Alice's for a couple days. I'll let you know when I get settled and we'll work all the other details out. I just can't think about it anymore tonight."
She stopped at the side table by our front door and laid a small box on top of it. Her fingers rested on it briefly, then let it go and walked out the door.
The sound of the door catching, was like thunder in the silent apartment.
I felt the burn of the tears in my eyes as I couldn't hold them back any longer. I stood from the couch and walked over to the table. I picked up the small black box and slowly opened it. Inside, nestled amongst the black velvet was a thick platinum band and a small piece of paper… the same paper that she wrote her phone number on the day I met her, I would know that piece of paper anywhere… and in Bella's small script were the words 'please marry me.'
Bella left me two days ago. They say bad things happen for a reason and I'd like to believe that's true, but it's getting harder and harder to do. I want to call her, I want to go to her and tell her that the best part of me was always you and I want to remind her of what we had. I want her to know that I'm falling to pieces without her… I'm still alive, but I'm barely breathing. She took her suitcase and I took the blame.
I can be found quite easily on twitter at jaimearkin and please check out the fics by those authors that both inspire me and made me wanna try something this crazy. They can be found on my faves page - breakfastatbellas, teambella23, twilightheaded23, forbidden-fruit81, nerac, antiaol, lillybellis, georgeygirl, FL95, Hezpixie just to name a few.
On a side note - chapters will be short, but it's totally written so updates will be quick :)