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The Northern Downpour Sends It's Love

Summary:
When Edward leaves, Bella is left broken and bleeding. It's been six months since that fateful birthday, and still there has been no word of the Cullens. After perusing a yard sale and purchasing six glass bottles with no idea what to do with them, she returns home and shuts herself into her room. She finds a single loose floorboard and pries it up to find a box of hidden treasures she thought had been lost forever... Takes place mid-New Moon, after Edward leaves.


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6. Epilogue: Silence

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EDWARD

There is nothing left in my life. All I can hear is silence. All I see is darkness.

I sit at my piano, staring down at the keys. I haven’t played in months, and now it’s like I don’t remember. The keys look like nothing more than ivory and ebony, covered in a fine layer of dust. It no longer looks like a musical instrument, but a collection of wood and ivory, jumbled into one. Sure, it looks like a piano should. But not to me.

Behind me, I can faintly hear the anxious whispers of my family. They are still grieving for Bella, but more worried of what I will do now.

Don’t they understand? Can’t they see my pain?

What would they do if this was on them? Would they just go on living?

They don’t understand. They don’t know how much it tears me up inside to know that I was too late.

I was too late.

She was standing right there, within arms reach. I was one second too late. She slipped right through my fingers, plunging into the water.

I was even able to pull her onto the shore. But I never should have let her jump in the first place. I should have gone faster. I should have tried harder. I never should have left in the first place. I should have…

I push myself away from the piano, and it knocks into the wall with a dull thud. I stand up and run to my room, where I collapse onto the couch and press my face into my hands.

It should have been me instead. I should be in Hell, not on Earth where it is more hell than the real thing. She shouldn’t be in Heaven now, a real angel. She deserved to finish her life the right way. Not because of me.

Suddenly, I know what I must do. Selfishly, I know what I want. I want to end it all, just like she had. In reality, I know what I deserve. I deserve to live forever, to have to bear the guilt and pain for all of eternity.

But I can’t stand it.

“Emmett, please,” I beg, standing before him. I see my wild eyes reflected in his, and I know what I must look like.

“No,” he growls, turning away.

Please,” I plead, grabbing his shoulder.

“You’re my brother, Edward. I won’t. I can’t.” He turns away once more, and shrugs my hand off his shoulder.

“Japer? Please,” I ask, turning to my other brother.

“No, Edward. I know how you feel right now, and believe me; it’s killing me, too. But I won’t do that. Not to my brother,” he closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Alice?” I look at my favorite sister, and I can see the answer in her eyes.

“I can’t Edward. I love you,” she whispers. Her wide eyes close, and she turns to Jasper, who embraces her tightly.

I know that Rosalie won’t. I cannot bear to ask Esme, though she already knows. And I certainly couldn’t ask Carlisle. He would never destroy what he created.

“You don’t understand!” I shout at them. “I need to be with her – it’s the only way!”

They don’t answer me, just stare with wide eyes at my sudden outburst.

“If you won’t, I know who will,” I growl, turning to leave.

“Wait,” comes an agonized whisper from behind me. I turn, and Alice is approaching me slowly. “At least say goodbye first,” she whispers.

Before I can say anything, she grabs me around the waist and pulls me close with such an irresistible force that I cannot object. She sobs into my chest, gripping my shirt with both hands.

“Goodbye, Alice. I love you,” I whisper, kissing my sister on the forehead. Her eyes are full of agony as she pulls away, and her lower lip trembles.

“I love you, Edward,” she replies, stretching up to kiss me on the cheek. “I’ll never forget you.”

“Nor will I,” I say. My heart breaks at seeing my family in such pain, but I know they will live.

Suddenly Emmett is in front of me, pulling me into a tight bear hug. “I love you, brother,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

He releases me and I fall back onto my feet. I smile weakly and say, “Love you, too, brother.”

Jasper takes his turn, whispering, “Go, my brother. Find your peace.” Rosalie does as well, saying nothing. She is the only one who understands my true heartbreak, and I thank her for that. Carlisle watches at the stairs with prickling eyes, and then embraces me, too. He says nothing, but in his mind he thinks, “Goodbye, my son. I love you, and I’ll miss you.” Esme is last, and I cannot understand what she says through her sobbing and blubbering. I give her a swift peck on the lips before turning her over to Carlisle, who allows her to latch onto him and crush him to near death.

I pause at the door, turning to look at each of them one last time. My family watches with agonized eyes, and my soundless goodbye is echoed by each of them. They know I am making the right choice, though they may not approve. They know I am finding true happiness, and respect my decision.

I go to the wolves, and, reluctantly, they give me what I want. Their razor-sharp teeth tear into my limbs, pulling me apart piece by piece. Through cloudy eyes, I see them light the fire that envelops me.

In my last seconds of consciousness, I see an angel – the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen, with long brown curling locks and warm chocolate eyes – descending upon me, coming to take me home.

This is it. This is the end.

“The Northern Downpour” by Panic! At the Disco

If all our life is but a dream,
Fantastic posing greed,
Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me.

And then she said she can't believe,
Genius only comes along
In storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs,
The northern downpour sends its love.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.

The ink is running toward the page,
It's chasin' off the days.
Look back at boat feet,
And that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east,
You clicked your heels and wished for me.

Through playful lips made of yarn,
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world's a broken bone,
But melt your headaches, call it home.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.

Sugarcane in the easy mornin',
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Sugarcane in the easy mornin',
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Sugarcane in the easy mornin',
Weathervanes my one and lonely.

Sugarcane (hey moon) in
(Hey moon) the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my
(Hey moon) one and lonely.

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely.

Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon)
The easy (hey moon) mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon)
One (hey moon) and lonely.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
You are at the top of my lungs,
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
You are at the top of my lungs,
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.”

the end