Ghostly {discontinued}

Chapter 6

∞But we can't go back. We can only go forward∞

~Libba Bray

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Edward POV

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"I am not forgiving you. What you did killed me, I know that you thought you were doing the right thing but when I told you it was wrong you ignored me. Edward I just can't bring myself to forgive you." Her words stung. They hurt so bad I felt like I just died again. How could I do this to her. This was my fault. My fault that she is dead, my fault that she is changed, my fault that she is always angry, my fault that she is no longer My Bella.

I stared at the woman in front of me. I thought I knew her, but apparently, I know nothing. She looked at me and if I could blush I would've. Her pink eyes seemed to look into my soul. "Is there anything else you wanted?" Bella, err, Isabella asked.

"No, I guess we could leave now," said Carlisle.

Isabella just nodded and flashed over to the door, opening it. We took it as our cue to go and got up of her couch, walking towards the door. Esme gave Bella a hug before we ran home.

When we entered the house I immediately sprinted up to my room, slamming the door, almost breaking it. I threw the door to my closet open, knocking it off the hinges. I threw my clothes everywhere, searching for one thing. Then, I saw it. A black and white box sitting in the corner behind some shorts. I grabbed it and slid down the wall. Once I had sat down, I pulled off the lid. That was when I broke down. I dropped the box and everything fell out. All the pictures we took together, all the presents she ever gave me, the sweatshirt of mine that she wore before we left, all the letters I wrote to her but never sent, all my memories of my Bella and I spilled out of the box, just as all my feelings I kept hidden inside, spilled out of my heart.

"Oh Edward," Esme said from the broken doorway. "My baby." She ran over to me and pulled me into her lap. She rubbed my back and I dry sobbed into her shouder. We spent hours like that, just sitting there, me sobbing, Esme comforting me. No one interupted us.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes, "Thank you Es- Mom." She gaped at me. Not once had I ever called her mom, but right now, as she hugged me I knew Esme was my mother and Carlisle was my father.

"You're welcome dear," she smiled hugely, "Why don't we go hunting. That might make you feel better." I nodded putting on a fake smile, but in my heart I knew that the only way I would be happy was if Bella forgave me. It was then that I made the decision, I would get Bella to forgive me, even if it meant dying to do it.

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I am so sorry for not updating, but I have some major writers block going on with this story. I know that a 600 word chapter isn't enough to make up for it, but I honestly have no idea what to do with this story. Please help me!

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