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Alone Again

Summary:
"It was only a matter of time--and not much of it--before i showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I'd be happy to beg now, if you'd like."--New Moon, chp. 23 Alternate approach to New moon--What if Alice didn't see Bella jump?


Notes:
Ok, just FYI, this is in Bella's point of view the night after she jumps. Alice didn't see Bella jump, so she doesn't come.... I am curious to see the kind of responses i will get from this...


2. Chapter 2

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(Edward’s point of view)

I was dying.

Correction—I was already dead.

My life was pointless—an endless void of misery. I heard death calling to me, screaming at me relief. Relief from the pain, relief from the misery, relief from the heartbreak that plagued me. But each time I thought about crossing the river to Italy, her face would pop up in my eyes.

That perfect, heart-shaped face—the face that blushed bright red so easily. The face that brightened each time she entered her room to find me sprawled across the bed; the face that made my non-existent heart leap each time she smiled. Oh, how I would love to see that face again.

But it was gone.

And all that was left was my memory, a memory that would last me eternity.

Maybe, I thought, just maybe, I could go see that face again. Just a small peek in her window--to see if she had changed. I would go during the night, when she was asleep. She would never know I was there…

I attempted to push this thought from my mind. No, I could not see her. I wouldn’t be able to leave. I would crawl back into her arms, therefore putting her at risk. Again.

And I couldn’t do that to her.

But I couldn’t push the nagging part of my brain away. Just one peek! It begged. Just a glance in the window—to make sure she was safe. Yes, that was why I would do it, to make sure she was safe…

*****

I crept forward in light of the moon, gliding along the edge of the forest until I saw it. Bella’s house. I gasped, realizing how much I really did miss this house.

And then I saw her window. It was half open, begging me to enter. I slowly scaled the wall, searching for cracks to cling to. Her window rested only a foot above my head now, and I closed the distance and gasped.

She was gorgeous. I felt drawn to her, captivated by her. It was surreal. I had imagined this moment a million times in my head—I would sweep in and take her in my arms, kiss her awake, and then escape into the night.

But I couldn’t.

I stared, transfixed, as she moved slightly, shifting her head until it caught the light of the moon. I frowned—she wasn’t asleep. She simply had closed her eyes, tears spilling out over her cheeks. She was crying.

I had to command myself not to move, command myself not to reach out and comfort her. Was this misery caused by me? Was I the source of her tears? But my questions were interrupted by the sudden shift of her head—she was going to look at me.

I dropped—quick as a flash—back down to the grass, and took off into the night. But not before my over sensitive ears picked up a small sound—a human voice coming from the window.

“Edward?”