"Something should have stopped her, should have told her it was a bad idea. Maybe she already knew, maybe she didn't care. The Cullen house sat untouched, as it had for six months."
Bella Swan has been broken, her shattered heart fatefully determine...
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Her lungs were burning. To be more specific, they felt they had been lit by a fire started at her own will. She ran through thick wood, her lungs practically begging her for oxygen, bare feet stabbed by thorns and sticks. The bloody scratches on her legs caused by the thick bristle should have bothered her, should have phased her in the slightest but they didn't. One might think she was running from something and this assumption would be correct; however, she wasn't running out of fear of being physically attacked. No, Bella Swan was running out of fear of attacking herself. She ran out of the pure internal fear that she would see his face, that she would see his face telling her that he didn't love her. Just thinking about it brought back the piercing of her heart and the twisting of her guts.
Ignoring the feeling, she continued to run as fast as she could. The heat in her legs, the burning of her muscles intensified and she thought she might pass out right then. Eventually it got to be too much and she knew she had to stop but her brain wouldn't let her. A small clearing came into view and she promised herself to stop once she reached it. Black spots raided her vision and she thought the clearing couldn't come sooner. Once she reached the clearing, she fell onto the ground while she gasped for oxygen. With her hand on her chest, she coughed violently enough to convulse.
Once her body stopped shaking from the effect of her cough, she laid on the ground, exhaustion finally setting in. Almost at the verge of falling asleep, reality fell on her brain as she realized that falling asleep meant seeing him. Immediately, she woke up and pushed her torso off the ground. The clouds loomed over her almost disapprovingly and the trees that surrounded the clearing added greenery to the dead grass surrounding her. Slowly walking to the middle of the clearing, her legs trembled for a second and then collapsed. Her breathing became uneven and a black hole began to take over her brain. As it grew in size, her breathing turned to hyperventilation as she laid on the ground, hoping that this would be the end. It wasn't the end. As she focused on the green of the trees and the smell of the musky air of the forest, her breathing slowed down and the black hole began to shrink. Tears streamed down her face while a headache formed where the hole had previously been. Sobbing turned to sniffles that led to her falling asleep on the ground of the forest.
His face appeared slowly, almost as if her brain was trying to forget the heartbreak that became his face. Eyes of gold burned into her soul and she swore her breathing stopped with the realistic image of Edward Cullen. A hard gust of air seemed to take his face with it as she jumped up from the solid ground. Looking around, she didn't immediately see anyone but in the tree line she saw a familiar pale face. The face, from what she could see, had a familiar smirk resting on it, the feature looking almost natural. She played it off as an illusion caused by the heartache that seemed to sit in her chest. As she stood up, the illusion had disappeared and she sighed, the aching in her muscles was dull at this point. As she stretched, preparing to run again, the illusion appeared again. She could do anything but ignore it as it seemed to speak to her. Running as fast as she could, she knew the dangers of what lurked in the woods but her brain practically begged for one of them to appear.
Something should have stopped her, should have told her it was a bad idea. Maybe she already knew, maybe she didn't care. The Cullen house sat untouched, as it had for six months. Glass lined the house, Esme's decorating skill quite obvious but put to waste over a party. She thought maybe he had overreacted, that his decision making was skewed by his bloodlust. Bella thrived off the idea that someone wanted her that badly, this toxic mindset driven by Him. She knew this but seeing his face still caused her guts to twist and the knife to wedge itself further in her heart. The love she felt for him was real, the obsession was a fad. Her depression, the black hole, swelled at the thought of ever seeing golden eyes ever again.
Standing at the opposite tree line, on the other side of the Cullen's yard, stood the illusion again. Hoping it went away, she stepped further towards the house. Looking over the illusion was gone but something didn't feel right, like someone was watching her.
"Hey Bells, been a while," the voice of Emmett Cullen chimed out, knocking the girl to her knees.
