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The princess and I

About half a century after Edward's departure, Bella and Edward find themselves in an extemely uncomfortable position, Bella's the bride, but Edward isn't her groom.

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7. Chapter 7: Depression

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Edward’s P.O.V

My still heart shattered, and I heard its crystal clear ‘clinks’ as each fragment hit the bottom pit of my insides, ringing in my ears.

It was barely a few moments ago when I had total conviction that Bella still loved me. The ‘Bella Volturi’ was no better a liar than the ‘Bella Swan’ I knew, or so I thought.

When it came to my attention, that she was merely wearing contacts, I was elated, overjoyed. I was embarrassed by my previous feelings of betrayal, to think I actually believed she had become one of them.

Until I heard those very words that broke my heart, my mind refused to accept any part of reality. The awful truth dawned on me.

Bella was getting married. My Bella was getting married.

I had been delighted to see her again, to experience her ineffable scent, to hear her enchanting voice. A small part of me said that I should be upset, perhaps angry! They were emotions I was unable to muster.

That was until I heard the sentence I could not comprehend.

No! How could she? Matrimony would mean complete dedication, marriage was a promise to last for eternity, a solemn vow that would pledge my Bella to someone else, she would never be mine.

There was a knock on the door, that briefly distracted me from the agony.

“Edward?” Alice stepped into the room.

Jasper’s footsteps dragged, his expression was tortured, it was only a few moments later when I realized he was feeling my pain.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry about it,” he winced, as a wave of depression hit him hard.

Hesitating, Alice words came as a soft whisper, “Bella was there.”

That was hardly a statement, and clearly not a question. It seemed more like a lament, a horrible agonized lament.

I nodded.

“I didn’t see her. I couldn’t.” she continued.

I opened my mouth, willing my vocals to work. All I heard was a cry, so terribly unfamiliar to my own ears, for I had never, in a hundred and fifty years, heard such pain. Unable to find the words, I simply nodded.

Jasper grimaced, and I looked at him apologetically.

“She’s in as much pain as you are, Edward,” Jasper offered unhelpfully, badly disguising the contagious hurt that colored his voice, “I don’t need my talent to know that.”

I nodded once more; the tear in my heart was ripped further with every second I was away from her. My pathetic state of self- pity affected Jasper, just as much as his affected me; it was a vicious circle of untold depression.

A low groan erupted from Jasper, his eyes were black. Not from the thirst, I realized, but from the agony.

Understanding shot across her face, as Alice hurriedly guided him out, her sorrowful eyes met mine for no longer than a second.

I’m sorry we aren’t much of a help.

I shook my head, trying to smile, which resulted in another hurt grimace that sent Jasper and I moaning in pain. She shut the door and I was alone.

I was alone to let myself sink in depression, to allow myself to fall in grief and wallow in pain. Leaving her was never the right thing to do, but it was certainly the stupidest, by far the stupidest thing I ever did in a century and a half.

I closed my eyes, wishing for death, or whatever it was that our kind did. Death would be a better alternative than watching an eternity’s worth of Bella and someone else.

I was struck with sudden determination. Anything else would be better for Bella, including myself. I was not giving up without a fight. Bella was mine, and I was going to fight for her. I would fight, and I would win her back.