okay, this is my first ever article/story and I'm escritura it because every other story i've read from Edwards point of view has been too brief o just wrong, so here goes.
it's not quite finished yet so it might be a two o three parter.
(i got my idea's from steph meyer so i can't take any credit for the story, but i hope tu enjoy it.)



It had been about four months now. I assumed that it was four months, but I could be wrong. I hadn’t really been paying attention.
I was in the middle of a jungle somewhere, Brazil I thought. I didn’t really know because it didn’t matter. This wasn’t where I wanted to be.
I stopped the thought in its tracks. I couldn’t think about it. It only made it worse.
I refocused on a droplet of water hanging from a leaf in front of my face. It had been raining for three days straight and almost all of Victoria’s scent had been washed away. Well, I was a useless tracker anyway. Thinking of Victoria made a small ripple of anger run through me. Anger was pretty much all I felt anymore, besides pain. It was all for her of course. To make the world safer for her. She was so fragile, so soft—
No. I scolded myself silently. Thinking her name will just make it harder. But I couldn’t help it.
Bella.
A moan escaped my lips. How could I leave her? The sole reason for my existence and I left her! What if she is still lying there, waiting for me?
No, I told myself again. Alice had called me, told me that she would be found.
I uncurled from my position, knees to chest, chin to knees, sitting on the forest floor.
I had to go back. Just to catch a glimpse of her, assure me that she was moving on. But I couldn’t, I knew that. One look and I would be on the ground in front of her, begging for her to take me back.
The tiny pieces of my corazón ached painfully. It was broken beyond repair. Who knew a silent, unbeating corazón could break? Mine certainly had.
I knew, beyond a doubt, that I wouldn’t last much longer not seeing her. I was past trying to live through one day, one hora at a time. It was coming down to minutes.
I shook my head violently, but I couldn’t dislodge the thoughts of her swirling around my head.
I stood up quickly, closing my eyes so I could smell Victoria better. I regretted it instantly.
Looking back at me from behind my eyelids was Bella’s face. Anguished, confused, frightened. The last expression I had seen her with. Her deep chocolate eyes stared back at me, pleading, begging for me to stay. I moaned again, más quietly this time. How could she believe me so quickly? After all the times I dicho I loved her? What was she thinking?
I needed to know she was alright, that she was happy. If she was happy I could last a little bit longer.
I thought about calling Alice, to make sure, so of course the phone vibrated in my pocket.
Sighing I fished it out of my pocket, glancing at the call register to make sure it was really Alice.
“Hello?” my voice was empty, lifeless. Alice was the opposite.
“Edward! Why didn’t tu call sooner? Esme has been frantic.” Alice rushed on at full speed.
“Anyway, I know why your calling and I swear I wasn’t keeping tabs of her, it’s just I'm already attuned so I can’t control what—“
“Alice that’s fine.” I said, cutting her off. My voice was still dead.
“I just want to know how she’s been, then I'm going to keep going after Victoria.” I didn’t know if I could though. Her scent was almost completely washed away.
I realised Alice hadn’t dicho anything.
“Alice? Are tu still there?” not that it mattered anyway. I could feel my resolve wavering. I could just go back for one day....
“Yeah, I'm still here.” She dicho quietly. I was surprised. Alice was never quiet.
“Edward, I’ve seen how you’re going to react to this news, and I don’t really want to tell you.”
I waited, somewhat impatiently.
“Don’t break the phone.” She warned me.
“Alice, tell me” the words came out in a growl. A flicker a shame ran through me.
I could almost hear Alice bitting her lip.
“Umm.... well I’ll tell tu the good news first then.” She rushed through the words, even faster than usual.
“Bella’s going out to see a movie with Jessica tonight. Their going into Port Angeles and tomorrow she’s going to volunteer to answer a pregunta in class.” She gushed. The way she dicho this made me think it wasn’t a regular occurrence.
Alice went on. “She smiled today and she talked to Charlie without him starting the conversation.”
She was running out of steam.
“And...Umm--”
But then it clicked. If this was the good news...
A deep growl built up in my chest, making me shake.
“Edward,” Alice squeaked. “Careful of the phone!”
I realised that the plastic of the phone was bent almost to breaking point. Willpower alone made me loosen my grip. My breaths came uneven and rough and it felt like the huge, gaping hole my torso had grown to twice its size. The deep growling in my stomach got louder.
“Four months?” my voice was scarcely a whisper, but the pain made the words choked.
“Edward it’s alright, she’s getting better!”
“Four months?!” I repeated. I couldn’t breathe. An odd choking made its way up my throat.
“She still hasn’t gotten over me after FOUR MONTHS?!”
“I know it’s hard to take in, but she is getting better! She smiled and laughed today! Just because it happened later than tu wanted doesn’t mean anything! She’s getting better!” Alice insisted, talking even faster, so I struggled to catch the words.
The choking sound faded. I just kept repeating to myself over and over, she’s getting better, she’s getting better. Well, that was más than I could say for myself.
“Thanks, Alice.” I was whispering again.
“Will tu come home?” Alice asked, already resigned to my answer.
“No, I—I can’t. I’m sorry. It would just hurt everyone more.” There was no need for anyone else to see me like this.
“I amor tu Edward. Just think about calling me and I’ll know.”
“Thanks, Alice. Bye.” I flipped my phone shut.
The rain was coming down harder but I didn’t even notice.
Four months.
Silently, I began tracking Victoria where I had left off.
    
*****                 *****
Seven months had passed, and I was hunting.
I had been trying to ignore the burn deep in my throat, but I had reached my limit. I had already caught two jaguars. Even though the burn was still there, I had no desire to keep hunting.
I was about to return to tracking when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I briefly considered ignoring it, but the vibration was annoying.
“Hello?” my voice was even worse than before. It sounded almost human it was that rough. I fought the urge to shudder.
The voice that answered me was a stark contrast to my voice. It sounded like golden wind chimes.
“Edward? tu sound like crap.” Rosalie was as direct as always.
“What do tu want?” I dicho in my dispassionate voice.
“Ummm...” Rosalie was reluctant. Rosalie was reluctant?
“What’s going on?” I dicho quickly. “What is it?” my voice had an undercurrent of panic in it.
“Edward I... I don’t know how to tell tu this...but...it’s about Bella.” Rosalie dicho nervously.
I froze, my body like ice. What could make Rosalie sound like this?
“She...she’s dead, Edward. She jumped off a cliff. Alice is going to forks now to help Charlie.....I...I’m sorry.” Rosalie was sorry. Rosalie was sorry?!
I didn’t answer. I was frozen. Absolutely motionless.
“Edward?” Rosalie’s tentative voice came over the phone.
I didn’t even hear her. My finger moved to the end call button and I hung up.
I stood there, phone to my ear.
Bella was dead. No, it couldn’t be true. No. NO! The world would feel different somehow.
I couldn’t exist in a world where she didn’t.
My fingers moved over the keys, dialling out a number I never thought I would again.
The phone rang twice before a deep, husky voice answered.
“Swan residence.” I recognised the voice from somewhere but it didn’t register. Nothing mattered but my siguiente question.
“It’s Dr. Cullen.” Some part of my brain still working gave me what I needed to say. “Is Charlie there?” I didn’t ask for Bella. What if she was dead?
“He’s not here.” The voice had changed. It was cold, menacing.
“Where is he?” my voice reacted to the change. I was bordering on rude.
There was a short pause before the answer. “He’s at the funeral.”
I hung up.
Without being aware of my reaction, I shut the phone and put it my pocket.
I stood there, motionless. My head was trying to process the information, but it was too painful.
I was too late to do anything. I couldn’t save her this time.
My mind was made up before I had even comprehended what I was thinking.
I was going to Italy.
    
*****                 *****
The flight to Florence was a nightmare, worse than a nightmare. It was Hell.
I could barely communicate that I wanted a ticket to Italy, let alone where in Italy.
I knew I was in denial, but it couldn’t be true. She couldn’t be dead.
The hostess on the plane tried to offer me refreshments at the start of the flight but the look I gave her scared her half to death. Her thoughts had been paralysed as she stumbled away.
It was just after dusk when we landed, something I hadn’t even planned for. Not that I cared anyway.
Bella.
I was beyond pain and sadness. I was empty, nothing left.
Walking out into the street, I briefly considered stealing a car to be less conspicuous, but quickly dismissed the idea. What did it matter anyway?
I broke into a run, moving so fast human eyes wouldn’t be able to spot me. This was faster anyway. I missed the usual feeling of exhilaration as I ran. I was empty inside.
I ran constantly, I don’t know how long for, until Volterra’s ancient sienna walls and towers appeared, crowning the peak of a steep hill.
Without realising, I began to mover más cautiously and stuck to the shadows.
I decided to be direct. I made my way through the dark cobblestone alleyways until I came to the main square. The fuente threw moonlight in all directions, bathing the square in its silvery glow.
As I prepared to cruzar, cruz the square, some thoughts on my left caught my attention. I turned my head towards another dark ally, and standing just behind the muro of moonlight was a tiny, still figure, dressed in a dark grey capa that was almost black.
I immediately recognised the figure as Alec. Well, I thought with no emotion, it’s better than running into Jane.
Without pausing in the step I was already taking, I turned towards the small vampire and followed him deeper into the forbidding, ancient city.


this is part one, stay tuned for part two.