Ghost of You | a Twilight Fanfiction

1 - Glass

I sigh, downing the burgundy wine that filled my cup. I check my phone for the millionth time today, he was still ignoring my calls and texts. I begin to dial that familiar number once more, my fingers flying to press each number before my brain could even register what I was doing. Soon I was hearing the same ringing sound that has haunted my dreams. "Sorry I'm not able to come to the phone right now.."

I hang up, knowing his voicemail was already full from the amount of times I had already tried reaching out.

'You can't just ignore me. We are supposed to be a team.' I type furiously, pressing send before throwing my phone back down.

I get up, making my way to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror, unable to recognize myself. My face swollen and red from the amount of tears I've shed I've the last few weeks. I turn on the cold water, splashing it on my face.

I've got to pull myself together. Maybe he was just too much of a coward to actually break up with me.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. It's been weeks since we last spoke, and the uncertainty has been eating away at me. The constant silence and unanswered messages have left me feeling abandoned and confused. But now, as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, a flicker of determination ignites within me.

I grab a towel and gently pat my face dry.

I head down the hall, pulling my cardigan tighter against my body. The memory of him lighting up every corner of this dark, and empty apartment. I set the empty glass down, uncorking another bottle.

It had been two weeks since we last spoke. His mom has continued to say he's sick, that he had the flu.

The silence was starting to be deafening, as I looked at the pile of mail sitting upon the counter. I had not been able to bring myself to sort through the mail. Simply afraid of more rejection, this one in the form of college denial letters.

It's time to stop waiting for him to come back and start taking control of my own life. I refuse to let his absence define me any longer.

I pick up my phone once more, but this time, I'm not dialing his number. Instead, I search for the contact of a close friend who has always been there for me. I need someone to lean on, someone who can help me navigate through this emotional turmoil. As I press the call button, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

"Hey," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "I need to talk. Can we meet up?"

Leah's reassuring voice on the other end of the line instantly brings me comfort. She agree to meet me at a our local coffee spot, La Push Brew, and I quickly gather my things, eager to share my thoughts and feelings with someone who truly cares, not to mention understands.

As I step outside, the cool evening air brushes against my face, providing a sense of clarity. I realize that I deserve better than someone who chooses to ignore me and leave me in the dark. I deserve someone who values and respects me, someone who will be there through the ups and downs. Unfortunately although I know I deserve better, I still only want him.

Arriving at the café, I spot Leah waiting for me with a warm smile. We find a quiet corner and I pour out my heart, recounting the pain and confusion I've been experiencing. She listens attentively, offering words of comfort and understanding.

"I applied for a university in London." Her mouth flys open in shock, "London?!" She exclaims. I nod, with a huge grin. "London."

"Have you heard back yet?" She asks, her voice a mix of joy and sadness.

"I should hear back any day now.."

We continued to chat, until the coffee in our hands was long cold and with each passing moment, I feel a renewed sense of strength and determination building within me.

As the night draws to a close, I realize that I am not alone in this journey. I have a support system, a team of loved ones who will stand by me no matter what. With their help, I will heal and find my way back to the person I was before.

Leaving the café, I take one last look at my phone, realizing I am the one who holds the key to my happiness.

I quickly type a text, my fingers effortlessly gliding across the screen, 'goodbye.'

One word. One word is all it took for me to regain control of my own life. I am ready to embrace the future, to rediscover my own worth, and to create a life that is filled with love, happiness, and self-empowerment.

Back at home, I pour me one more glass of wine. Just something to calm my nerves before bed. I sit in the dimly lit kitchen, sipping my wine slowly. I glanced back over at the stack of mail still taunting me. I sort through them, slowly sipping my glass of wine as I do so. I gasp upon noticing the university name in bold letters at the top of the unopened envelope.

'We are excited to inform you that..'I drop the letter in excitement. I read the words that confirm my acceptance into the university.

A surge of joy and relief washes over me, momentarily pushing aside the pain and confusion of my current situation. I had been waiting anxiously for this letter, hoping that it would bring some much-needed good news into my life.

But as the initial excitement subsides, reality sinks in. I had always imagined celebrating this moment with him, sharing my dreams and aspirations, but now it feels bittersweet. The thought of starting this new chapter without him by my side feels daunting and lonely.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Maybe this acceptance letter is a sign, a reminder that I have my own path to follow, regardless of whether he chooses to be a part of it or not. I remind myself that I am capable of achieving my goals and finding happiness, even if it means doing it alone.

As I pour myself another glass of wine, I raise it in a silent toast to the strength and resilience that lies within me.

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The next few days are a blur of preparations and farewells. I pack up my belongings, leaving behind the memories that haunt this apartment. The empty wine bottles are replaced with boxes filled with hope and anticipation. It's time to embrace the unknown and create a life that is solely mine.

As I step out of the my small rental home for the last time, I take a moment to breathe in the crisp air, the smell of rain fills my nostrils. I truly will miss the quiet beauty of La Push. The sound of the rain hitting the tin roof of this little house.

The weight of his absence still lingers, but I refuse to let it define me. I am ready to embark on this new journey, armed with the knowledge that I am capable of building a future that is not dependent on anyone else.

The sound echoes in the empty hallway, symbolizing the closing of one chapter and the beginning of another.

With a final glance back at the place that once held so much promise, I close the door behind me. As I walk away, I can't help but feel a glimmer of excitement for what lies ahead.