Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned Edward--I don't. I own nothing. Lucky Stephanie.

This was it.

The day I die. Shame, this is not the way I imagined it.

This is not the way I thought my life would go. I never thought I would be alone. For a time, I thought I would live forever—with Edward.

Forever. I thought that is what Edward and I would be. That is what Edward and I were supposed to be.

He didn't agree.

What happened to us? How did I get to this dark, untimely end? How does one get from point A to point B? It's all a haze, a fog of memories. Is this what it feels like to have your life flash before your eyes?

Arizona, Renee, dance class, Forks, Charlie—


All of my happy memories of Edward are flashing through my mind on fast foreword—as if they are on acid.

Biology, the accident, the meadow—our meadow—I'm at the meadow now. But, its not the same. It is empty—just like me.

Now, all I can remember is him leaving and I feel more alone than ever.

But, I'm not alone.

I look back into the red and hungry eyes of Laurent and take a deep breath.

I know you don't want me, but I love you Edward.

I don't know where you are, but maybe if I think it hard enough—with enough force, somehow, somewhere, you'll hear it and you will know. You will know that I love you, and wherever you are, you have my heart.

I love you. I love you Edward.

I will always love you. I just thought that always meant forever. Eternity—with you.

I love you Edward—until the day I die.

This is it.

End notes: Well, there it is. It's not the best--I typed it up in about five minutes, but, I like it. Let me know what you think.