Before

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Life had been great. My love life had been fulfilled, I had a family who cared and supportive friends. The day he had walked out on me had probably been one of my worst. It felt like a piece of me was brutally dragged away with him, the scars are still fresh. The memory was freshly imprinted in my head, like it had happened yesterday, even though I know it hadn't...

"Come for a walk with me."

On instinct, I had suspected something. The feeling wasn't right, but I couldn't think of a way to protest. He had already taken my hand and we were walking. He leaned against a tree a few steps into the forest, his face an unemotional mask.

"Bella, we're leaving."

I should have realized that there was no place for me once he had said that. I was such a fool. I had spent more time than I should have that day pleading for him to stay or at least take me with him, even though it was clear...

"Goodbye, Bella."

I was left on the forest ground, for hours, maybe days. But at the time, time had never mattered. Now that I think back, though, I regret how much time I had spent mourning my loss. Now that I think, someone-anyone who puts me in any danger that I haven't brought upon myself, should be expelled from me (and my memory). There is one thing, though, that I want to be cleared, that I want everybody to know, even him.

...Edward Cullen...

...I Hate You...

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