A/N: Thanks to my boyfriend Drake for inspiring this story! (Don't ask me how!)
Why didn't he love me?
I am beautiful, strong and immortal.
She is plain, human and weak.
I don't know what he sees in her.
She is just so ordinary.
I have nothing against Bella but she was living the life I wanted.
I wanted Edward to hold me and kiss me and love me. I wanted to be his for eternity.
When he came back that night to Denali, I thought his feelings for me had changed. I thought he was running to me with open arms.
Instead, he came to get away from Bella and her blood.
When the priest announced: "You may kiss the bride," I felt a flurry of emotions.
First there was happiness. I was happy for Edward. Happy that he'd found his soul mate.
Then there was anger. Edward thought this girl, this human girl was better than me!
Then there was shame. I was ashamed at the fact that I had felt anger. Bella Swan didn't mean to cause me pain and she didn't know that I still loved Edward, even though he didn't love me.
And then there was pain. I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.
A/N: Hope you liked it! xD