"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?
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.