Summary: -Refusing to pursue her, he left Forks to face forever alone. Six years have gone by, and the day he dreaded the most has now come to pass. -When he didn't show up for class, she was left confused, not understanding why he had to go. Though time passed and her life went on, she never forgot him. -A mysterious package arrives in the mail and it changes everything. AU.
March 12, 2011
Alice, she's marrying him.
I knew it would happen one day. I've always known, ever since that day… I saw it, even without your eyes. She would grow. She would change. She would love someone some day.
He asked her yesterday, out by the cliffs. With the rare, winter sun shining on her face and her hair whipping in the wind, nothing on earth or in heaven will ever compare. It's all I can see now. Her, with him. She looked so… happy.
I can't bear this anymore. I can't see her like this and not feel like I'm dying. I can't keep doing this to myself, but I'm terrified that I can't stop it either.
This… this sick obsession is all that I have of her. Little snippets of her life. Glimpses of everything I want but can't have. I should have listened to you. I should have tried to be more than the monster I am.
It's too late. I can't now. Not when she looks at him like that, not when he makes her laugh, not when she calls him her sun.
Not when all I'll ever be is night.
I love her, Alice.
I love her so much that she's destroying me.
I love her enough to let her go, enough not to interfere, no matter what it means for me.
Please ask Carlisle to forgive me. Tell him I'm sorry and that none of this is his fault.
You have to understand. If you were me and she were Jasper…
I have to do something. I can't come home. I can't do this anymore. I have to end this before I can't.
A/N: Blame this whole story on Imagine Dragons and their song Demons, which has haunted my brain since it first came out. The title and inspiration are theirs. Twilight is still very much Stephenie Meyer's. I got nothing, yo.
This fic isn't canon, but it'll probably be the closest thing to it that I've ever written. It's a "what if" that deviates the morning after Edward crept into Bella's room, watched her through the night, and realized that he loved her.
Don't have an update schedule. Unbeta'd. All my usual warnings may apply.