A week. It’s been a whole week since he left me to rot in my own personal hell. But to me it felt like months, years maybe. I look out my window into the moonless sky, remembering the day he told me he didn’t want me anymore. ‘The day he realized could have someone much better than me.’ I thought to myself bitterly. I was riding an emotional roller coaster this past week.

The first day, my mind was drenched with denial. I woke up that morning after he left me thinking it was all just a bad dream– that when I opened my eyes, the first things I would see were those topaz eyes and that crooked smile that always caught my breath… that everything would be fine, normal. But the sight that greeted me was the emptiness of my bedroom and the silence that struck me with the fact that no one was there.

I went to school hoping to wake up from my horrid nightmare, expecting him to pop up in class any moment. But I knew I was fooling myself when I got home and no one greeted me by the window that night. My mind had already acknowledged it but my heart only just started accepting the truth: The Cullens were gone. Edward was gone… he left me and took a huge part of me with him and I knew that I would never be whole again.

I cried myself to sleep that night and when I woke up, I cried a great deal more.

That second day, I didn’t go to school. I was afraid that the mere absence of his Volvo would cause me to break down. Charlie went up to my room that night saying that Renee would be arriving tomorrow. I could see the pain in his eyes at the sight of my condition and it hurt me even more. But I couldn’t hide what I was feeling when my insides felt as if it they were being ripped apart.

The third day I got enough courage to take a look at his picture in the scrapbook my mother gave me… only to find that it was no longer there. I desperately searched my room for it discovering that the CD and all the other remnants of Edward was nowhere to be found. That’s when I remembered him telling me “It would be like I never existed.”