((Ello mates. This is my first time writing on Fanfiction. Please review; I need some opinions. I do not own any of Stephenie Meyers' characters. They are her artwork, and what lovely creations they have turned out to be. Only Teerene is mine.))

It has been a long six years.

Not one moment had I forgot about Edward. Not one. The darkness had grown thicker in the pit of my gut, and so did that hole that I had when he had left me. But no, this time I had left him.

Sometimes it's hard to just get through the day. When lovers are embracing each other, giving sweet whispers of words, or when a weeping flower slowly tips over and sheds a pedal like the final tear, I walk away.

When I'm alone though… that's the hardest of all. My mind drifts off until it's swaying slowly to a piano lullaby I had never forgotten. I feel the soft caress of his hand again, sweeping against my cheek; I hear the angelic voice of a God; and smell the spicy peppermint drifting along beside me. That's when I have to open my eyes though. I've always had to stop it there and look at reality.

I hadn't even said good-bye to him…