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The Northern Downpour Sends It's Love

When Edward leaves, Bella is left broken and bleeding. It's been six months since that fateful birthday, and still there has been no word of the Cullens. After perusing a yard sale and purchasing six glass bottles with no idea what to do with them, she returns home and shuts herself into her room. She finds a single loose floorboard and pries it up to find a box of hidden treasures she thought had been lost forever... Takes place mid-New Moon, after Edward leaves.


3. Chapter 3: A Bottle on the Beach

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“Heaven’s not a place that you
Go when you die
It’s that moment in life
When you actually feel alive.

So live for the moment.
Take this advice,
Live by every word.
Love is just a hoax,
So forget anything that you have heard.
And live for the moment now.”

--“The Tide” by The Spill Canvas


I pull over to the shoulder. My truck comes to a stop, and I turn the key in the ignition and yank them away. I crush them to my chest as I double over the steering wheel, resting my forehead against the horn. My breaths come in shuddering gasps, and the tears that stream down my face drip onto the wheel.

I can’t stand this anymore. It’s like he’s taken my heart, my lungs, right from my chest. I can’t breathe anymore. I can’t smile. I can’t live.

A strangled scream escapes my lips, followed by a choking sob. My back heaves up and down as I try to catch a breath. I scream once more, shouting his name as if I could make him come back.

When I finally get a hold on myself, I blink away the last of the tears and stumble out of the truck. I realize I’m just twenty yards from a beach, just outside of the Quileute reservation. Not really sure what I was doing, I stumbled across the beach until I reached the water, where I just stood and watched as the waves came in and out.

I crossed my arms over my chest to keep warm and stared out across the choppy surface of the water. Something bobs up and down about ten feet away, but my eyes were unfocused and I did not see it until the waves pushed it onto the shore.

For a while, I just stared down at the bottle at my feet. It was brown and slightly translucent – like the kind beer comes in – with a cork stuffed in the neck. I wondered if it was a coincidence that a message in a bottle was laying at my feet, when, no more than a week ago, I had stood at the edge of a cliff just inside the reservation and kissed a glass bottle before throwing it as hard as I could into the waves below.

It took me a while to be curious enough to pick up the bottle and uncork it. I held it between my fingers for a minute before grabbing the cork with my other hand and yanking it away. I hold the bottle upside down and let the rolled up scrap of paper fall into my hands.

For a minute, I stare at the paper as if I’d never seen any in my entire life. And then I unroll it and read it. At first, I feel guilty, as if I were reading someone else’s mail. But then I realize the letter is for me.

My Dear Bella,

I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but fate wanted me to stumble upon the message you sent in a glass bottle. I have just found it, only minutes ago, and I thought it appropriate at the time to return the message.

I want to let you know that I am coming back. I cannot stand another day away from you, and, now that I know you are not moving on as I hoped you would, I have decided to come back to you. The last thing I want is for you to suffer like this.

I cannot write a very long note to you – as I dearly regret – for more than one reason. Firstly, this was the largest piece of paper I could find. Secondly, I cannot wait any longer to return to you and have you safe in my arms once more.

So now I must conclude this note by ensuring that I will be no longer than a week. Currently, I am somewhere in South America – though I am not sure where. Sit tight until I can return, and stay safe. I love you.

Yours for Eternity,

For the first time in six months, I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I am smiling again, and the tears streaming down my face are tears of joy. I clutch the letter to my chest and take in a shuddering breath.

For the first time in six months, I feel hope.