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Bella finally goes through her transformation, but it leads to problems amongst the Cullen family. Bella decides to leave. Fifty years later, she runs into THEM again. What will happen between our favorite couple?

OK, so this is my first time writing in this style. So be kind. I normally write with more emotion, getting more into the character, but I wanted to try writing this way. I hope it turned out OK...

8. Chapter 8

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“I will talk to him,” I persisted, desperate to get out of this. As much as I hated how I had made Edward feel, I was not ready to talk to him. Alice sighed.

“You know, you two have to talk eventually,” she told me, her voice reprimanding.

“I know,” I said honestly. I did know that I would have to face him. Eventually. But not yet.

“Bella…” Alice’s tone was disapproving.

“I’m over seventy now, Alice,” I told her, praying that she would just drop it. “I think I can make my own decisions.”

Please, please, please…

Alice sighed.

“You are unbelievable.” She shook her head in disbelief, but was letting it drop for now. I smiled gratefully.

There was a loud banging sound from downstairs. I recognized it as the front door to their house. I couldn’t smell Edward anymore.

Alice and I both sighed.

We were both silent, then, and that gave me time to think. Time to think was a very bad thing.

I knew what I was doing to him. Edward wanted to talk to me. Alice said my avoiding him was ‘killing him.’ And I didn’t want to cause the one person who meant more to me than anyone else in the universe to feel pain. Especially not because of me.


I had left for a reason. I left, fifty long, lonely years ago, for the sole purpose of not hurting Edward any more. And yet, even now that I’m back, I’m still managing to hurt him.

I can’t win.

But should I talk to him yet?

I was torn. Part of me was screaming out that I must be insane to come up with even one reason to avoid him. That I should get up and look for him this minute. This instant.

And the other part of me was telling me that I wasn’t ready yet. That I would have to do a lot of thinking before I talked to him. I didn’t know what to do.

What do I do?

Alice frowned.

“I think you should talk to him,” she told me. She must have ‘seen’ every time I changed my mind, I realized.

“It’s not that simple,” I mumbled.

“Yes it is,” she persisted. “You stand up, you go find him, and you talk to him. Simple, simple, simple.”

I shook my head, stubborn. I was still so torn…

“You’re so stubborn, Bella!” Alice exclaimed, her voice exasperated again.

“Just talk to him and get over with it, Bella,” Emmett said, back in his room on the bottom floor.

“It’s not that simple,” I repeated. “It’s more complicated than that.”

More silence.

Silence is still bad.

“Bella!” Emmett called, then, breaking the silence. Bless him.


“Can you come down here?”

“Why?” I asked, suddenly wary.

“Why else?” he asked. “I want you to look at something.”

I could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” I groaned.

He laughed.

I used my telekinesis to open the door, and then ran, well, ran by human standards, downstairs to Emmett’s room. I opened the door with my gift, and then walked in.

“What?” I repeated warily.

“You’ll want to see this,” he told me, grinning. “It’s a alumni from the Forks High School reunion.”

I walked up to him, sitting on his bed and looking over his shoulder at the list of familiar names and faces.

Angela and Ben got married. They have two kids. How sweet…

Jessica is on some reality series for people wanting to be a model. Of course…

Mike took over his parent’s outdoor gear store. He’s still single. I almost felt bad for him…

Tyler married Lauren, but then divorced five years ago. They don’t speak, apparently. Odd…

So many faces, so many names, so many memories…

By then end of the list, I was laughing with Emmett, feeling happier than I had in almost fifty years.

This was where I belonged, I realized with a smile. This was my home, my family. No matter how I felt about Edward, Emmett was my brother, Alice, my sister. Here, among my family, was where I should say.

I was laughing at Mike’s picture (he was almost bald now!), when I heard a phone dialing.

Just once.

“Come back,” I heard Alice mumble into her phone. “Talk to her.” There was a pause, and then. “Now, you know that isn’t true. Just come home and sort everything out like an adult.” Pause. “That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard, Edward. Just get back here.” And then the line disconnected.

I stood up, annoyed.

“Alice,” I growled.

“Bella, you two need to talk,” Alice said firmly. “Just talk to him and get it over with.”

The door opened, just a few hundred feet away, and then Edward was standing in the doorway. I wasn’t looking at him, but I could feel him there. Even after all these years, I was hyperactively aware of Edward.

“Bella.” His velvet, perfect voice was quiet, almost cautious.

“Edward,” I spoke to him for the first time.

We both stood there for an immeasurable amount of time, before Alice growled, “That doesn’t count as talking!”

Edward grumbled something I didn’t catch.

“Might I talk to you in private, Bella?” he asked me, then, his voice louder, but strained somehow.

I was still so torn.

But my heart, though it may be dead, was aching to be with him, and, at the moment, my heart won over my head.

“Alright,” I agreed, turning slowly, very slowly, to face him.

And he smiled.