Disclaimer: I don't own 'Twilight' or any of the characters. I do, however, own the plastic fern in Bella's loft!

Edward's POV.

September 13. Bella's nineteenth birthday.

I was sitting in my room, sulking, when I remembered the date. September thirteenth. My angel's birthday.

Today she turns nineteen. I can almost hear her complaining. Nineteen! Why!? Why must I get older?! She would ask, exasperated.

I sighed, sending away the thoughts of her before I went back to being in a walking coma.

I heard the phone ring. It rang once before someone picked it up.

Oh, no. Carlisle thought, No, no, no. This cannot be happening.

What's wrong? I almost got up and went to see but then realized it was probably something at the hospital.

That was until he blocked his thoughts from me.

I could hear him murmuring to the family downstairs but couldn't make out the words.

Oh, no. How could this have happened? So young… Esme thought.

No! Why!? Why!? My best friend! Alice thought.

Not my little sister! Why!? Emmett thought.

She was always so sweet. I can't believe I was such a monster. This is all my fault. Jasper thought.

I can't believe I was so mean to her. I was such a bitch. She never deserved my hostility. Rosalie thought.

There was only one person that could've applied to…Bella. Alice's best friend…Emmett's little sister…Rosalie's hostility target…and Jasper, reacting to the fact that it was him that made me leave her.

The next thought unsettled me, How are we going to tell Edward? My entire family thought at once.

Something happened to Bella. That's the only way to explain their thoughts. Instead of panicking, I waited until someone told me something.

There was murmuring and then a knock at my door. "Come in." I said quietly.

Alice opened the door and walked in. She came and sat next to me on my couch, "Hey, Edward." She said quietly. Her thoughts were blocked from me.

"Hey, Alice."

"Um…Edward…I have some…bad news." She murmured, looking down.

"What is it Alice?" I knew it was something to do with Bella. Their thoughts alerted me to that.

"Edward, she…she…"

"She what, Alice?"

"Died." She whispered.

I was on my feet immediately, "WHAT?!"

"I'm so sorry…" she said sadly.

I fell to my knees, sobbing. "My Bella! Why?!" I sobbed.

"The doctor said she said to tell you she loves you and hopes you're happy." She whispered.

"How did she die?" I asked in a strangled voice.

"A drunk driver hit her head on."

I sobbed loudly and Alice got up and left, leaving me to my misery.

Why? Why did she have to die? My angel was gone and I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. I missed her so much. I was a few days away from going and begging for her to take me back and now I'll never see her again.

I sobbed tearlessly all night until I fell into an unthinking stupor.

Why her? Why my Bella? Why?

Bella's POV

September 13. Bella's nineteenth birthday

Today was my nineteenth birthday. I would be complaining if I wasn't frozen at eighteen.

I was changed a few months after Edward left. I was in our meadow when I stumbled upon Laurent. He was just going to kill me until the wolves crashed the party.

He bit me and then the wolves showed up and he ran away, leaving me writhing in pain, changing.

I already faked my death for the citizens of Forks. Now was faking it for the Cullens. I took a deep breath and picked up my cell phone. I dialed the number I'd gotten from Tanya.

It rang once before Carlisle answered, "Cullen residence."

I took another unneeded breath and changed my voice, "Dr. Cullen?" I asked.

"Yes. May I ask who is calling?" He said formally.

Shit. I hadn't thought of a name, "Uh, this is Dr. Fern." I said, looking at the plastic one next to the door of my loft.

"Hello, Dr. Fern. How may I help you?"

"I have some bad news…" I started, "Ms. Swan requested your family be aware if this were to happen."

"Ms. Swan? As in Bella Swan?" he asked.


"Please continue."

"Ms. Swan passed away this morning in a car accident." I said, lowering my voice so I sounded upset by this fact.

"Bella…died? How?"

It made me feel a little better when I heard the pain in his voice. At least Carlisle still cared. "Last night she was coming home late from work and a drunk driver hit her head on."

"Oh my God." He said. He sounded dazed, like he didn't believe what I was saying.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Dr. Cullen. Ms. Swan also requested that I tell you all she loves you and she wishes she got a chance to tell you all good bye. She also wanted me to tell you to tell Edward she loves him so much and hopes he's happy." I said. I was getting emotional but I didn't let it leak into my voice.

"Of course." He said, "Thank you, Dr. Fern." And then the line went dead.

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