So then, here we go... After years and years of reading fanfic, and writing my own without having the guts to publish, I've finally bitten the bullet with this, my first ever posted story. I'm going with the standard start point of 'Edward leaves Bella' but I'm hoping that my way is different enough to make this story stand out. Un betaed, so if anyone wants to volunteer I'd be grateful. Please review so I know how I can improve. Well that's it. Enjoy. :0)

Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Saga. I own twitchy fingers that enjoy writing for no profit.

Prologue:

"He was gone.

With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over.

Love, life, meaning...over." New Moon, pg 73

"Finally, I tripped over something - it was black now, I had no idea what caught my foot - and I stayed down. I rolled onto my side, so that I could breathe, and curled up on the wet bracken." New Moon, pg 73

"Suddenly, there was another sound, startlingly close. A kind of snuffling, an animal sound. It sounded big. I wondered if I should feel afraid. I didn't - just numb. It didn't matter. The snuffling went away." New Moon, pg 74-75

"The brightness blinded me for a moment.

"Bella."

The voice was deep and unfamiliar, but full of recognition. He wasn't calling my name to search, he was acknowledging that I was found.

I stared up - impossibly high it seemed - at the dark face that I could now see above me. I was vaguely aware that the stranger probably only looked so tall because my head was still on the ground.

"Have you been hurt?"

I knew the words meant something, but I could only stare, bewildered. How could the meaning matter at this point?

"Bella, my name is Sam Uley."" New Moon, pg 75

"I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.

I did not resurface." New Moon, pg 84