This is NOT my story it was written by 'Rentheadperson' on Fanfiction. I thought that it was a good enough story to share we people as I loved it myself. I will try and upload as soon as they do. This story is Edward's point of view of New Moon.
Again this is not my own story it was written by 'Rentheadperson'.
Edward's point of view
I pray you, in your letters,
When you these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Othello, Act V, Lines 389-396
I stood in the shadows, waiting calmly. Five more minutes. Five more minutes of this unendurable agony.
Part of me wished Rosalie hadn't made the phone call. Part of me wished I didn't know. And yet, I would have found out eventually, and I would have reacted exactly the same. The alternative to nonexistence was too painful now. There was only pain in my future. Unending pain. Agony. I couldn't live with it, no matter how much Alice would try to help me.
I looked around at the cloaked figures, hiding their identities in a shroud of black. They were waiting for me to do what they knew I would. What I had told them I would do.
To be able to live through these last unendurable minutes, I once more pulled the memory of the meadow to the forefront of my mind, lingering on the details of it. How I wanted life to be so uncomplicated again, so pain-free. That day had been the best day of my entire existence.