He has gone. He is not coming back. He dose not love you anymore.He has gone. He is not coming back. He dose not love you anymore.He has gone. He is not coming back. He dose not love you anymore.He has gone. He has gone. He has gone.
I could say this to my self a thousand times and I would not feel any better. Nothing can, not anymore. When... when Edward and the rest of the Cullen's left Forks they took my soul with them. Everything that made me happy is gone. They are never coming back. I am like a zombie, I walk, I eat, I sleep and I awnser if somebody asks me a question but that is it. It hurts, but I have to keep going for Charlies sake.
I write to Alice sometimes but I can never send my letters in the post because I don't have a clue where she is. When I write to Alice it makes me feel better,like the rip in my heart is starting to heal. All my letters remain in a box under my bed, my heart sealed away.
Nighttime is the worst. All mymemories come flooding back to me,and not just the good ones. In my dream Victoria is standing there on the horizon, just close enough for me to see. I am screaming for Edward but he is no where to be seen. He is gone. He is not coming to save me. And that is when I wake up, screaming every time. I can't see the future but I know, however much I write to Alice, I will never be whole again.