AN: This is my first story so please bear with me. Review if you want me to continue, if not, I may be like all those other stupid authors and just stop writing. I need to know if anyone's reading this.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is a literary genius. I am just a slightly above average high school student. Even though I want to be a novelist and hope to be as brilliant as her someday, I am under no circumstances her so these characters and much of the story besides the basic plot is NOT MINE! (Just for those of you who are dumb enough to think otherwise.)

Anywho…

STORY TIME!!!!

Chapter 1: Bittersweet Memories

BPOV

After Edward left, I did nothing for weeks. I ate, I slept, and I went to school. I answered direct questions, but never engaged in any conversation myself. He was gone. I kept telling myself to just accept that and move on, but I knew that I wasn't Bella anymore. I was just an empty shell of what I used to be. I had always known that it didn't make sense for him to love me, but I had desperately hoped that I was wrong. But then he had to go and prove me right. He didn't even leave anything for me to remember him by.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. A happy sound, giving false hope to those in the world who hope for a happy day. I knew that I would never find happiness again. And yet, I couldn't find it in me to be angry with Edward. How could I? He was just too perfect for me, and he inevitably got bored. I climbed out of bed and made my way to take a shower. When I returned to my bedroom, part of me expected to see him sitting there waiting for me. Even after a month of his absence, I still had a hard time breaking the routines I had become so used to.

I walked towards my dresser to grab my clothes for another monotonous school day, when I tripped over something on the floor by my bed and stumbled. I thought nothing of it and went to pick out my clothes for the day, just another t-shirt and pair of jeans. I had never put much effort into my appearance before, but now I made even less of an effort to look good. What did it matter anyway? Who did I need to look good for now that Edward was gone?

Once I had pulled on my clothes, I turned to grab my bag when my eyes were drawn to the floor and I noticed what I had tripped on earlier. One of my floorboards was sticking up out of the floor. Confused, I went and removed it as far from the floor as I could and peeked under it. A gasp escaped my mouth as I looked closer. Tears pricked at my eyes, as I recognized the things that Edward had taken from me when he left. My memories of him.

I pulled out the first picture of Edward, and my mind went back to the day I had taken it.

"Nice save," Charlie noted. "If they're doing something fun at the Cullens' tonight, Bella, you should take some pictures. You know how your mother gets--- she'll be wanting to see the pictures faster than you can take them."

"Good idea, Charlie," Edward said, handing me the camera.

I turned the camera on Edward, and snapped the first picture. "It works." (New Moon p.22)

I let out a strangled laugh at the memory, the first time I'd laughed in a really long time and pulled out the next thing, the tickets Carlisle and Esme had gotten for Edward and I to go to Florida to see Renee. Yet another thing from my fateful birthday party.

I picked up the long flat rectangle that must have been from Carlisle and Esme.

"Allow me," Edward suggested. He took the gift from my hand and tore the silver paper off with one fluid movement. He handed the rectangular white box back to me.

"Are you sure I can handle lifting the lid?" I muttered, but he ignored me.

Inside the box was a long thick piece of paper with an overwhelming amount of fine print. It took me a minute to get the gist of the information.

"We're going to Jacksonville?" And I was excited, in spite of myself. It was a voucher for plane tickets, for both me and Edward. (New Moon p. 48)

Seeing those plane tickets tugged at the hole in my heart as I realized that we would never get a chance to use these, would never be able to go to Jacksonville together. But there was one thing left, and it was the thing that meant more to me than anything else there. The one thing that I had missed hearing so much the past few months.

I set the tickets aside and reached for his present, my curiosity rekindled. He took it from me and unwrapped it like the first one.

He handed back a clear CD jewel case, with a blank silver CD inside.

"What is it?" I asked, perplexed.

He didn't say anything; he took the CD and reached around me to put it in the CD player on the bedside table. He hit play, and we waited in silence. Then the music began. (New Moon pg. 48-49)

Placing the CD in my stereo, I turned it on and laid on my bed. When my lullaby began to play, the tears began running our of my eyes full force. It felt good to cry. All this time since Edward had left, I hadn't cried once. I had just been empty, but I hadn't cried. My grief was so deep that my body didn't even bother to cry, knowing that it wouldn't have made a difference either way. A thought pricked at my mind, and I ran to my scrapbook that I had gotten from my mother, and I turned to the first page, with the missing space for Edward's picture and replaced it there. My mind going back to when I realized all these things were gone.

Someone had been in the house to leave a note for Charlie, a note that would lead him to find me. From the minute that I'd realized this, a horrible suspicion began to grow in my head. I rushed to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me before I ran to the CD player by my bed.

Everything looked exactly the same as I'd left it. I pressed down on the top of the CD player. The latch unhooked, and the lid slowly swung open.

It was empty.

The album Renee had given me sat on the floor beside the bed, just where I'd put it last. I lifted the cover with a shaking hand.

I didn't have to flip any farther than the first page. The little metal corners no longer held a picture in place. The page was blank except for my own handwriting scrawled across the bottom: Edward Cullen, Charlie's kitchen, Sept. 13th

I stopped there. I was sure that he would have been very thorough.

It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. (New Moon pg. 83-84)

What did this mean? He had promised me no reminders of him ever, but if he didn't want me to be reminded of him, why would he have hid those things in the floorboards, where I could've easily found them, and if I hadn't already, I would've eventually, I'm fairly sure. Maybe he just wanted to torture me, to remind me that he didn't love me anymore. No. I thought fiercely. He may not love me anymore, but that didn't change his nature. He was much too caring of others to just do something like that to me, even if he didn't love me anymore. Besides, if anything, he did say that he would always love me in his own way, so I don't believe that he would try to hurt me this way.

Another thought pricked at my subconscious. Maybe… maybe he did still love me. Maybe he secretly wanted me to remember him, he didn't want himself out of my life forever. A disbelieving laugh escaped my throat as I thought of the possibility. Yes, maybe that's it. He still loves me. And I made a decision right then. I was going to find Edward, and learn the truth.

No matter what it took.

AN: I know I used a lot of quotes from New Moon, so this may not seem much like my own work. But I promise this was like a one time only thing. She will continue to have flashbacks, but not nearly as many. This was mostly to get the story started.