Part Two

Carlisle and Esme had understood his need to be alone. They had managed to keep their thoughts to themselves but Edward couldn't bear their awkwardness. The way they didn't make eye contact with him. On the odd occasions he did manage to lock eyes with Esme, he saw pain and suffering she felt for him. And it made him feel worse. When the night rolled round, he lay in his room and curled into a ball determined to forget Bella. He was somewhat pleased he hadn't gone to watch Bella sleep, as he had done ever since he saved her from Tyler and his van.

Edward yearned for a change of scene, a chance to refresh, to hunt to smell pure air and not feel venom spill into his mouth at the slightest whiff of Bella. She had been to his house, he could still smell her. Her scent lingered in the air.

That's when he left. Alice told him to go, get away from Forks. Edward didn't question her. Obviously it was what he was supposed to do.

Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving

Edward had nodded and left the house, deciding to go back to Alaska to see the Denali Coven again. But somehow his found himself running in the wrong direction. He felt a pull to the clearing. He still remembered that day when he took Bella there. When he showed her his true self. The memory of her stunned face was ingrained in his skull. Edward remembered that he had worried constantly that day, thinking she would run away screaming, but she didn't. She had watched him in fascination, in awe as he lay on the grass, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight.

Edward ran to the middle of the clearing. He felt calmer now that he was in the open. There was a gentle breeze which helped clear his thoughts. As Edward lay there, he thought about her. He loved Bella, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing her. He would rather die than see Bella get hurt. The James incident had tortured him beyond belief. Edward knew it was his fault that Bella had been in danger. He should have never exposed Bella so openly. The only way to keep her safe was to keep his distance, no matter how much he hated it. He didn't care about his agony, he wanted Bella to live, go to college, get married, have a normal life. She wouldn't have that if she stayed with him.

He hated the thought of his Bella in the arms of another man. He cast aside his feelings and his promises, knowing that however much it hurt them both, it was for the greater good.

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved

Edward lay there, watching the sun rising and falling. Days passed. But he didn't notice. When you lived forever, you didn't count in days.

Edward had stopped breathing a few days before. Edward had caught the smell of hikers wandering dangerously close to the clearing. He didn't feel strong enough to resist the urge of feeding so he held his breath. Even though it was uncomfortable, it didn't cause suffering. It helped him to relax, if that was the right word.

He was too consumed in his own turmoil, that he didn't smell something curious at the edge of the clearing.

He suddenly felt a presence in the clearing. His black eyes snapped open and suddenly turned gold at what he saw.