They say that the best people come unexpectedly. Kaylia Cooper runs away from home to live with her father. In a town like Forks Washington where secrets are buried, Kaylia finds herself discovering all that the town has to offer. She finds love, an...
I woke a few night later from a horrid dream. My heart pounded against my chest when I sat up taking in large needed breaths. I was crying and couldn't even remember why, my dream had completely left me.
"Shhh...it's okay" A pained voice spoke out. Edward speed over to my bed crawling on top of the sheets, bringing me into his hold. Arms encircling my shivering body. I sunk into his arms gripping onto his shirt. Slowly but surely calming down from his touch.
I hadn't seen him or the others in a couple days. The Cullens had disappeared from school, leaving Bella and I wondering where they were. We didn't go to their home, wanting to give me time. Time for everything to calm down.
"Where were you?" I asked after a little while of silence.
"I- we needed time to think" he answers quietly. I sit back trying to read his face, but he looked emotionless.
"Edward...you guys have to stop beating yourselves up. I'm not going to run away because of one accident" I state. This was all starting to become too much.
"I know. That's one of the many reason I love you. We all do. Sometimes, things happen that make us question our love" he hints not giving me much of an answer.
"Question. As in not knowing if you really care for me?" I say feeling my heart cracking. Had I jumped into everything too fast? Was I the only one that really felt the way I did about them? Had it been possible that I did rush too soon into things after I had promised myself that I wouldn't?
"Please just read this after I leave" He whispered placing an envelope on my nightstand. He wasn't giving me any more information. We were right back at square one, where he used to talk to us in riddles.
"Leave, already?" I asked in confusion. He had just got here. Why would he leave so soon? He stands up removing my arms from him. Backing up to stand near my open balcony door.
"Promise me," he speaks, "Promise me you'll not beat yourself up."
When I stand to grab his arm, he's gone in an instant. The envelope mocking me from where it lays. I was frozen as my eyes were stuck looking at the paper.
I haven't even touched the paper yet. The way that I could feel that I already knew what this would entail. And I could feel myself crumbling at the scene.
I picked up the letter, opening it and reading words that I would never be able to come back from. Is it possible that one little letter could change the course of my life.
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