Written from Edward's point of view, we explore the depth of the rabbit hole. They are back in Forks, and a thought crosses Edward's mind. Can he really promise to never leave again? Will he make the right decision to condemn Bella to an eternity of night? Then tragedy strikes. Bella is gone. Edward begins the cross country trek that will bring his angel back to him... We leave off when Edward and Bella return from England... This installement IS over... Keep up for the next saga in this Bella and Edward lovefest... Named: Renaissance DISCLAIMER: All characters, real or fake, content taken from the Twilight series belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is a result of my STILL untamed imagination. Please don't sue me.
I wrote a lot of this based on what I think Edward thinks like, so if the information is incorrect or I missed one major Edward detail, I apologize...
4. Chapter 4
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I didn’t know where I was heading. All I knew was that I had to leave. Edward didn’t want to change me. Maybe it was just my irrational thinking, but something inside me told me that it was better off for me to start fresh. I remembered sliding my credit card over the counter, asking for a ticket for the first plane out of Washington. Then I remembered dragging my heavy suitcase to check in. I didn’t remember getting on the plane.
I had, essentially, hoped that maybe the time between getting my ticket and getting on the plane, that, I would think things through. I had acted on impulse, and I knew I was going to regret it. Bella, you’re losing your freaking mind. Edward didn’t mean what he said exactly, I told myself. Then I reached to unbuckle my seatbelt. A cold hand flashed in front of my face and stopped me. I looked up, but was disappointed to see that it was just the hand of the air hostess.
“Miss, we’re about to take off. Please leave your seatbelt on until we’re in the air.” She said coolly.
“B-But I have to get off this plane!” I yelped frantically.
“I’m sorry, but we’re going to take off very soon. It’s too late now to refund your ticket.” She answered mechanically.
“I don’t want my ticket, I want to get off!” I said, reaching to unbuckle the seatbelt again.
“Bella!” Both the air hostess and I looked back. And there he was, bolting down the isle, looking perfect and godlike.
“Sir - please take your seat,” the air hostess said with a sugar-coated smile. Edward moved to the empty seat behind me. He stared at the air hostess until she left with a smile, and then turned to me.
“Bella, what the hell where you thinking?” Edward growled. Several passengers turned to stare. The irrationality returned.
“I’m leaving, Edward. I can’t be around you anymore.” It was like someone else was controlling my emotions, and I was their marionette.
“Why, Bella? Why?” Edward said, his eyes pleaded. “I love you. I don’t want you to leave, ever.”
I bit my tongue and stopped myself from saying I loved him as well. “I’m doing what you want for me. I’m going to live a normal human life.”
Edward closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest. “I thought you liked living around the supernatural.” I did. It was my life.
“I’m sorry, I’ve changed my mind.” I might as well have a hinge on my mouth and some strings, I thought as I spoke these words.
“May I ask you for a favor?” Edward asked, his voice unnaturally smooth.
I nodded slowly.
“Please let me see you off. At the very least.” The words shattered my heart. Why was I saying such things? Why was I causing him such pain? Surely, deep inside, I realized that leaving was not the right thing to do. Did I want to die alone?
Edward did not speak for the rest of the plane ride.