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Note: The summary has been changed. I thought it was A) too short, B) too revealing, and C) not descriptive enough. So here I have a better summary that reveals less, yet describes more. The last one sort of gave it away, and people didn't want to read it because they knew exactly what the story was about. So now I changed it, and here it is. She leaves him for another. He's forced to start over in a new town, at a new school. He's positive he can never love again. She loses her mother in a terrible homicide. She's forced to pick up the peices and try to live again. She's positive that the hole in her heart will never be filled. When the two heartbroken pessimists meet, they notice that the other is strangely detatched, and horribly sad. Neither can figure our what made the other so bitter, until they open up. After all they have been through, can they learn to trust again? Can they learn to start over? Can they learn to forget those that hurt them? Most importantly, can they learn to love again? Chapter One has been rewritten. The story line is completely different, yet somewhat the same.


6. Chapter 5: Discovery

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After a while, I didn’t even think of Edward Cullen anymore. I didn’t look at him, I didn’t speak to him. He was only a statue I sat next to in first period. Only a shadow in the lunch room where we both sat alone. Only a ghost who sat across the room in math.

And after a while, he stopped noticing me. I was just another person to him – another person he ignored. And I didn’t care.

At home, nothing had changed. My brother came home from school and kept to himself up in his room. My father threw tantrums and drank and remained unemployed. I cooked, I cleaned, I helped pay the rent. But after long, the insurance dwindled, and I had to take up another job.

Even if I’d had time for friends before, I didn’t anymore. What free time I had, I spent on homework. I barely even had the time to sleep. Either way, it didn’t matter if I slept or not.


I sat in my normal seat beside Ravyn. I barely noticed her anymore – I barely noticed anyone anymore. She was silent as she buried her face in her book. I turned to look out the window. It had months since I’d spoken to her. Months since I’d spoken to much of anyone.

The teacher began her lesson, and I turned to pretend to pay attention. It was something about Julius Caesar – our newest reading assignment. I was relieved to have a break from the usual romance that they forced us to read, and even picked up the book once or twice.

I wasn’t paying attention to what the teacher was saying as she rambled on and on about some culmination project. A few words filtered through, but they made no sense. All I could tell was that it was some sort of project we would do on our own time. And then she said the single most terrifying word.


We were to find a partner in the room with which to complete our assignment. As soon as she spoke, the class erupted with excited chatter. As soon as she said the word, everyone was standing, and rushing around to find their partners. I remained seated.

When it seemed that everyone had found a partner, the teacher cleared her throat. “When I call your names, please tell me who your partner is.” She went around the room in an orderly fashion and jotted down names. Finally, she called my name.

“Edward, who is your partner?”

“I don’t have one,” I replied coldly.

“Who wants to work with Edward?”

“If you don’t mind,” I pleaded, “I’d rather work alone.”

“Nonsense! The whole point of the project is to work with a partner. Now, who else doesn’t have a partner?”

There was silence as she waited. After a few moments, a timid hand raised beside me.

“I don’t have a partner,” Ravyn said softly.

“Excellent! Ravyn, you’ll work with Edward.” She turned and wrote it down.

I turned my head to look down at her. She looked up at me, terrified. She gulped once and shrank back in her seat. I looked away.

“With your partner, you will choose a meeting place where you will work on the assignment. You can meet anywhere – your house, your partner’s house, the library – anywhere with somewhere to sit down and get creative.”

That was even more terrifying than the thought of having a partner. I almost laughed at the thought of inviting her over to my house. Alice would have a field day.


The thought of inviting Edward over to my house was terrifying. First of all, my father didn’t take too kindly to guests. Second of all, I wasn’t about to let some one see what a mess my house was.

I wondered if maybe he would invite me over to his house. I’d never thought of it before, but I had no idea where he lived. Did he have siblings? What were his parents like? Was his house large? Did he have a back yard?

Without looking at me, he spoke. “Do you want to meet at the library?”

Of course he wouldn’t invite me to his house. “Sure. Sounds good to me.”

“What time is best for you?”

Quickly, I went through my available slots in my head. I worked from three to six, and then I made daddy’s dinner. Today wouldn’t work. Saturday I worked at the Seven Eleven from ten to one, and then I usually went grocery shopping. Maybe, if we met before I went to the grocery store, we could squeeze in an hour or two of work before Daddy would be expecting me home.

“I can do Saturday at one-thirty,” I offered.

“Great,” was all he said in reply.

He resumed looking out the window, and I sighed before slamming my notebook shut.


I paced outside the library. He was ten minutes late, and we were down to an hour and fifteen minutes of working time…at most. Stupid, unreliable, jerk.

Once I’d thought those words, I instantly regretted them. It wasn’t his fault he was late. Maybe there was traffic or something. Why did I have to be so mean?

As if on queue, a silver Volvo pulled up in front of me. The passenger door opened, and Edward stepped out – bag slung over his shoulder. He slammed the door behind him, and the Volvo sped off.

“Ready?” He asked – though it was clearly rhetorical. He blew past me, and I was running to keep up. By the time I made it in the doors, he was already seated at a table, unpacking his bag.


An hour and a half of hard work later, we had a finished poster before us.

“Wow, that was fast,” I breathed.

“It was painfully easy,” he noted.

“I guess we’re done then?” I asked, just so I wouldn’t look stupid sitting there in silence.

“I guess so,” he said, glancing out the window. “I’ll call my parents to come pick me up.” He pulled a small silver phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He dialed some numbers, then pressed it to his ear.

“Mom – it’s Edward.” He paused. “Yes, we’re done… we finished the whole project…yeah. Ten minutes? Yes, that’s fine. Alright. See you then…bye.” He flipped his phone shut.

He turned to me, and I could tell he was forcing himself to speak to me. “Do you need to call anyone?” He asked without emotion.

“No; I’m fine.”

“Alright then. I’ll see you at school Monday.”

I rose to my feet. “See you Monday.” He stood up as well, and turned to walk fluidly out the sliding doors. I followed him out.

Abruptly, he sat on the bench by the curb. How coincidental that I had been heading for that very same bench. Awkwardly, I sat beside him. He stared forward, as if he didn’t notice me sit down.

Five minutes later, the same silver Volvo pulled up before us. I blinked – it had come out of nowhere. Edward stood and pulled open the passenger door. It slammed behind him.

I half expected the Volvo to speed smoothly away as it had before. Instead, it idled before me as Edward spoke to the woman in the driver’s seat. I tried not to guess what they were saying. She was trying to persuade him into doing something, and he was not-so-politely declining. In the end, I think she won.

Edward’s automatic window rolled down and he peered out at me.

“My mother wants to know if you would like a ride home.” He said, though it didn’t seem like he wanted me to come.

I debated. A ride home would be nice – it was a two mile walk, and it looked like it was about to rain. Then again, I didn’t want to impose – and I sure didn’t want them knowing where I lived.

“No thank you,” I politely refused.

He turned back to his mother and said something in a soft voice. She replied, and he sighed in frustration, and then turned back to me.

“She insists.”

“No, really – I don’t want to impose.”

He turned back to her, and then rolled his window up. The Volvo slipped smoothly away.

Above me, cold rain fell from the dark clouds. At first it was a light drizzle, but then it picked up into a near-hail. I felt like I was being pelted with stones. Desperate to seek shelter, I ran to the library’s overhang. Underneath, it was dry and almost warm.

Through the gloom, I saw a silver blur pull up at the curb.

“Ravyn,” Edward called impatiently, “get in the car.”