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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.


5. Chapter 5: The End.

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“She didn’t even notice,
Or pay much attention
As the tide came in
And swept her three into the ocean.

Now all her advice,
It seems useless.

No, heaven’s not a place that you
Go when you die.
It’s that moment in life when you
Touch her and you feel alive.

So live for the moment.
Take this advice,
Live by every word.
Love’s completely real,
So forget anything that you have heard.
And live for the moment now.”

--“The Tide” by The Spill Canvas


I waited until I was sure. At some point, I knew deep within me that he’d received the letter. Why I waited until then, I had no idea. It just felt appropriate that he know before I did it.

At my desk, I scribble out farewell letters to Renee and Charlie. Edward already has his, so that’s one less thing to do now. My hands shook as I wrote, but finally, I folded up each letter and put them in two separate envelopes. Finally, the last nail in the coffin, I write each of their names on the fronts of each envelope. I know that they will find them soon enough.

A knock sounds at my door, startling me. Hurriedly, I push the envelopes under another document before Charlie enters my room. He looks guilty as he sits on the edge of my bed and stares me straight in the eye.

“Bells, I need to talk to you.” He pauses to let it sink in. “I just got off the phone with Renee, and we’ve both agreed that it’s best to send you to live with her. Some sunshine might do you good.”

It takes a minute for this to sink in. When I’ve finally realized what he was saying, I jumped up in a sudden fury.

“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “I won’t go! I don’t want to live in Florida!” Pretty soon I was babbling nonsensically, speaking in utter gibberish. Blubbering and sobbing, I try to tell him what I’m about to do. But he doesn’t understand any of it.

This is it, I think. This is the end.

I run down the stairs and out the door into the sheeting rain, not even bothering to grab my shoes.

“Bella, wait!” He calls after me. I don’t pay him any mind as I slam the door to my truck. It starts with a deafening roar and increases in pitch as I slam on the gas pedal. I want every one to know where I’m going. What I’m doing. This is it – this is the end.


My legs can’t carry me fast enough. I’m running, and now that I have a purpose clear in my mind, I can find my way easily. But I’m in Mexico, and it will take me a day at least.

I push myself faster than I have ever run, fueled by pure fear and determination. I can’t be too late. I won’t be.


I pull over on the side of the road when driving becomes impossible. I don’t know why I didn’t just run the truck straight off into the water, but now I have no other option.

I look around, and I realize I’m on a cliff in La Push. The beach is hundreds of feet below me, along with the waves that slam relentlessly against the rock. Slowly, I approach the edge…


I enter Washington State. I’m still running, pushing myself to go faster and faster. But I’m not going fast enough, and I curse myself for being too slow.

An hour later I’m entering Forks, and I’m so close I can smell her. I pass her house, but I know she’s not there. I follow her scent into the La Push reservation, and I don’t stop to consider what the wolves will do. They can wait.

Finally, I let out a sigh of relief. I see her truck parked crookedly on the side of the road. But she’s not in it. My gaze sweeps across the road, and I see a figure standing on the edge of a cliff…


I can hear his voice inside my head again, calling, calling. Telling me to stop. Not to do this. To turn around and go home. I smile and shake my head.

I look down, and it almost calms me to see that the waves are pushing against the rock, bloodthirsty and anxious. They are calling me to them, telling me to jump. Jump.

“She doesn’t look,
She doesn’t see.
Opens up for nobody.
Figures out,
She figures out.

Narrow line,
She can’t decide.
Every thing short of suicide
Never hurts,
Nearly works.”

--“Little House” by the Fray


“BELLA! STOP!” I scream uselessly. I know it’s her, standing at the edge, hovering over the end.

I run towards her, but not even vampire legs can carry me fast enough. I scream out again, and I see her shake her head. What’s going through her mind? What is she thinking?

“And I saw the tears on your face;
I shot you down.
And I slammed the door,
But couldn’t make a sound.
So please stay sweet my dear,
Don’t hate me now.

I can’t tell how…
This last song ends.”

--“The Last Song Ever” by Secondhand Serenade


He’s screaming at me again. His voice is getting louder and louder, closer and closer. The water is pulling me in, begging for me to jump. My smile widens as I feel the end coming closer and closer. Off in the distance, I hear sirens, and know that it’s only a matter of time before Charlie finds me.

His voice comes closer, and I take a step towards the water. My foot sails through the air, and is uninterrupted by the cliff. Soon I am falling, plummeting to the end that waits hungrily below me.

I point my hands above me into a dive, and I slice through the water, feeling the icy coldness spread through my limbs. Yes!

As I plunge farther and farther under the water, I feel things trying to stop me. A jagged boulder collides with my shoulder. Another digs into my skull. They send me toppling, rolling around as I go deeper and deeper.

Through my eyes, I see the angel descending upon me.

He is swimming, pushing himself through the water towards me.

He is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and takes the shape of someone I have not seen in six months. His mouth opens to scream soundlessly to me, and I smile back.

Something slams into my back, and black spots bloom across my vision. No! I scream to myself. The black spots are blocking out the angel, and he is almost gone from sight.

He comes closer, and grabs my arms. Take me, I think to him. Show me the end. I’m ready.

The black spots completely cloud my vision now, and I can no longer see the angel. I feel something tugging me to the surface, pulling me upwards. Taking me to the end.

The end of everything.

This is it, I think. This is the end.


I grab her and pull her to me – she feels too light in my arms. She closes her eyes and her head lolls backwards, the same small smile on her blue lips. Her tense muscles loosen, and I hear her heart beats slow.


My legs propel me upwards, toward the surface. With my free arm I push the water away, kicking with my legs.

We break the surface, and I gasp in a breath of air. I wait for her to do the same, but she doesn’t. She is still weak and limp in my arms as I desperately push for the shore.

I drag her onto the beach, then lean over and push air into her lungs. My head comes back up and I press down on her chest three times. The sirens become louder, and I hear a police cruiser pull up to the beach twenty yards away.

It’s Charlie, and I can hear him struggling as he runs to the shore line where I’m desperately trying to get her breathing again.

“Bella?” He calls in horror. He kneels beside us and glances at me for a brief second.

“Heartbeat’s slowing,
Pains are growing.
Does she love you?
That’s worth knowing.

You’re everything now…”

--“The Last Song Ever” by Secondhand Serenade

“What happened?” He asks frantically, placing his hands on her face. I ignore him and lean over to push more air into her lungs. My head comes back up and I give her three chest compressions.

“What’s going on?” He demands weakly. “Oh, Bella! I’m so sorry,” he cries, leaning over her head. Frustrated, I nudge him aside and send another breath of air into her lungs.

He seems to finally realize what’s happening, and scrambles to his feet, running back to his car. I hear him fumble for his radio, and he calls the station frantically, telling them to send an ambulance.

Breath. Compressions. One. Two. Three. Breath. One. Two. Three. Breath.

Nothing. Her heart stops completely, and all I can hear is the empty sound of my hands pressing down on her chest, and the glug glug of her unresponsive heart. I send a breath of air into her mouth, but she inflates like a balloon and the air comes back out. I try again, and the same thing happens.

This is it, I realize. This is the end.

“And he can’t understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.

His mother whispers quietly:
Heaven’s not a place that you
Go when you die,
It’s that moment in life
When you actually feel alive.”

--“The Tide” by The Spill Canvas

Numbly, I hear the ambulance approach, and the EMTs run towards us. They try in vain to push me aside, then move her away so that they can try what I have just failed at. I watch as they try to do CPR, then bring over a defibrillator. They charge the pads and hold them over her chest.

“One, two, three,” one man shouts. There is a beep, and he presses the pads to her chest. There is a thump, and then nothing more. Another man turns a dial on the machine and they try again. And again. And again.

Somewhere off in the distance, I can hear Charlie sobbing. He is screaming her name over and over again, saying “My baby. My little girl.”

My eyes prickle dryly, and I feel despair wash over my face. My chest tightens, and I can’t breathe for a minute. Then I draw in a shuddering breath, and it comes out again in a strangled sob.

“No!” I scream, burying my face in my hands. “NO!” I repeat over and over again.

In that moment, I realize that there is a God. He is cruel and unmerciful.