Bella was gone.

Bella was gone.

Bella had died thanks to my stupid, idiotic worrys.

Isabella Swan was all that went through my mind when Alice had that horrid vision. She was all that went through my mind period. I had tried to ask Alice if she ever saw anything after that.  Bella or.. her. But of course it was the same answer every single time.

“No Edward. It-it is like I can’t even- like I am not a phyicic,” she always murmured, and shook her head.
I always replied, “Please keep an eye out, watch, please Alice?” She always responded yes.

It seemed as my life was run by always, ifs, and possibles. Not happenings. Not yeses. Not good. Like when I promised I would never, ever, see Bella again, which was quite stupid of me to say. That was the only thing I had in my life, in my mind, at the moment, and I completely, and udderly hated it.
I remember that bleak, cold day in Forks, and how I wished I had never said it years after that. And then, over 2 years later, Alice seeing Bella, and.. Victoria.. and me and her watching the end of her life. The final moment. The last minute of her life.

How I had watched Victoria walk over to Bella’s bed, a sweet, glee filled exspression on her face, and Bella’s eyes. Those horrible, afraid eyes. The eyes that I had vowed she would never wear again. And then Victoria’s fangs digging into her neck, ending Bella’s life all together. I now vowed I would get revenge, as Victoria did because I had killed her mate, James. And I knew what this would be to me. What would happen. I knew I was going to be useless after this, and I would go to Italy to be with my Bella.
The last call.