Dear Bella,
Why am I writing
this? There's no way it will ever be read. But, if you're going to be
rational, why did I write any of these things when I wasn't going to
send them.
Life is
meaningless since I hung up the phone four hours ago. Rosalie,
calling to tell me Alice is in Forks. Telling me why. Telling me what
Alice saw.
Why Bella? Why
would you do something like that? What about Charlie, and Renee, and
Jacob? I thought you would be happy. I thought you would be safe. You
promised me, Bella, you promised you would keep yourself safe and not
do anything reckless, and then you throw yourself off a cliff.
I'm totally lost.
I can barely summon the strength to keep going. But I have to get to
Italy. I can't live in a world without you, Bella, I just can't. If
Aro won't grant me what I'm going to ask him, I'll do something to
make it impossible for him not to kill me. I don't know what. I'll
probably think more when I have their answer.
I can never follow
you. Not really. I can never go to Heaven with you.
I love you. I wish
it was enough to bring you back, but nothing can do that now.
Goodbye, my only
love.
Edward
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