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Vietato per Ricordare

Bella jumps off of the cliff in New Moon...but it wasn't Jacob who saved her. Tanya Denali and her sisters offer to take care of the delirious Bella. She can only remember one thing- her name. What happens when Edward shows up after he finds out Bella has died? If Bella can't remember, and she's so altered completely after her transformation into a vampire, how will they know? And was this someone's plan all along? Who was in on it? It's finished! Look out for a sequel (:*AND IF YOU READ IT, PLEASE TAKE TIME TO REVIEW IT!*Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget- it's a hard line to walk.Vietato per Ricordare Banner by poptartsandshoelaces Ahem, banner by me(: I stared at him, trying to find an answer for what he just said. He was right. There might not even be a heaven for all we know, and here I was, attempting to get his hopes up that there was when I knew he had no hope for anything left. “Love never fails.” I said simply.It's finished! It's so sad to see it end! But I'll be back before ya know it :D


15. Epilogue: A Masterpiece

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I stood in our bedroom looking out the French doors of our honeymoon house, staring out at the stars, and the water glistening under the ink blue atmosphere. The moon was playing on the water, lighting up the nighttime sky.

We had been on our honeymoon for over a week. I still could hardly remember anything about my human relationship with Edward. He explained most of the memories that I saw in my head, but he still refused to elaborate on a few. He said that it was ‘too horrible for the both of us to have to relive a third time. I didn’t argue.

I felt two strong arms wrap around my torso from behind me. “Hello, love.” He whispered, kissing my neck.

“Hi.” I said absent mindedly.

He took me by the waist, and spun me around. My hands landed on his chest and I looked up at him. He was smiling the beautiful crooked smile that always made me swoon. I couldn’t help myself but smile back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, putting a strand of hair back into its rightful place behind my ear. He put his hand against the side of my face and I leaned into its comfort.

“Nothing really…just thinking…” I replied.

He put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up. “You’ll see Charlie and Renee again. I promise.” He said reassuringly. That was one of my worries, but not the one in particular I was currently thinking about.

“That’s not it.” I sighed, turning back towards the water.

“Oh?” he said, moving beside me to look out the doors as well. He kept an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him.

I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I still wish I could remember something. I want to be able to tell you stories, too.”

“Oh Bella…I’m sorry. But you heard Aro, there’s a very small chance of your memories coming back and even so, they will b e very faint. Alice doesn’t know anything about her human life…” he said, kissing my temple. “But, when you do regain your recollections,

I’d love to hear as much as you can possibly remember.”

Before Edward and I left Volterra, Aro tried to explain to me how hazy human memories can be for vampires, and that the added effect I had was amnesia, which I had gotten as soon as I hit my head when I jumped. He said that the amnesia could disperse, but that he didn’t know when.

“Okay…” I said, tentatively.

“But, let’s go watch a movie…we need a little relaxing time to ourselves.” He teased, turning my body towards him, and rubbing his nose against mine.

“Kay.” I grabbed his hand, desperate for contact, and he picked up our hands, smelling the inside of my wrist - a gesture he performed even as I was a human, he told me.

“You still smell just as tantalizing, even as an indestructible vampire.” He laughed, and kissed my fingers.

The honeymoon home was small compared to Edward’s home, but still too large for my taste. I got lost at least twice this whole week before Edward heard me calling him for help. He still hasn’t let it go…

We walked through the hallway and through the light blue kitchen. It was completely dark, and the only light it received was the moon coming in through the window over the sink to illuminate the blackness. We crossed the partition through the doors, and went into the living room.

A giant tan couch sat against a wall, and next to it was a bookshelf filled with books- just like in Tanya’s house. A large plasma screen television was mounted against the white wall and the cupboard underneath it was loaded with movies.

“Have we even been in this room this whole week?” I asked, giggling slightly.

“Well, yes. But you were…unaware.” He laughed, and sat down on the couch. “Why don’t you pick out a movie.” He said, a hint of something that sounded like trickery in his voice.

I strode over to the TV preparing to kneel down to pick a movie, but there was already one sitting on top of the television.

Romeo and Juliet. I picked it up and looked back at Edward. “How about Romeo and Juliet?” I said, holding it up.

He smiled, and nodded. “Sounds perfect. I love Romeo and Juliet.” He said quietly.

I took it out of its case, and popped into the DVD player. I looked back at Edward’s arms were held out in front of him, inviting me back to him. “Come sit down, love.”

I strode over to him, and he pulled me on top of him. My head was resting on his shoulder, and my legs were across his lap. He put his hand against my hair, and kissed my forehead.

“I’m a little upset.” Edward whispered, kissing my shoulder.

I turned my head and shot him a confused look. “Why?” I asked.

“Well, because you’re a vampire now, I won’t be able to see you cry. Simply the tears you cry during this movie are enchanting.” He said, sweeping his hand across my cheek, and fanning his sweet breath across my face.

“Have I seen this movie before?” I asked, scrutinizing his expression as a smile spread across his face.

His eyes lit up, and he arched one eyebrow. “You tell me.”

I laughed and hit him lightly on the shoulder. “You know I can’t remember that stuff. You’re horrible, Edward.” I laughed again.

“Am I?” he said. I turned back to the television mumbling on about how cynical and tentative he was being. He merely chuckled and continued toying with my hair.

As I began to watch the movie though, Edward was whispering several of Romeo’s lines in my ear which was very distracting…and familiar.

“These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder.

Which as they kiss consume.” Edward coaxed, his voice much more beautiful than that of the actor’s.

But other than his wondrous tone of voice, something else sparked inside my mind.

There, Edward and I sat on my shabby brown couch in Charlie’s living room. Edward was sprawled out on the couch, and I was laying in front of him. One of his arms held me around my waist, while a big green and white afghan covered me up. Edward was saying the exact same line that he just had not fifteen seconds ago.

I practically jumped off of the couch. “I remember! I remember, Edward! We were in my living room, and- and, you were saying Romeo’s lines! I remember!” My grin spread from ear to ear.

Edward wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tight. “I knew you would, love. That’s why I wanted to watch this movie specifically with you.” He leaned forward and kissed my nose.

“What were you thinking when you found out that…it was me?” I asked, having wanted to ask him this for a while now, but waiting for exactly the right time.

“As I’ve told you constantly, I’m so sorry that…I didn’t believe you at first. Every time I spent a day with you, something was tugging at my insides…telling me that it was you. When I couldn’t hear your thoughts…well, that alone should’ve been a give away, but I was much too stubborn to believe it myself. But in the instant that I was in your memories, your thoughts, your actions…everything inside of me came alive again. Blood ran through my empty veins and my still heart began to beat again. But the last memory that I could bear to watch was much too terrible. It was you when you jumped off the cliff. It killed me to know that your last thoughts at the sight of death were for me- the man who left you so selfishly. I wasn’t going to tell you I saw them…but I feel that I have too.”

I shook my head. “What were my last thoughts?”

His hand cupped my face, and his eyes held pain. “Goodbye, I love you.” His voice caught at the end.

“I don’t want you to be sad.” I said simply. I didn’t like it when Edward was upset.

“What were you thinking when you found out?” he asked.

“I knew all along that you were the one I was meant to end up with- despite whether I knew it was you or not. I felt so close to you the entire time you were staying in Denali. That’s why I couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt inside. Your eyes…” I lifted my hand, and stroked his eyelid. “Every time I looked into them, it seemed like you were about to break down and start screaming at any moment. But when Irina told me that I was…me, I didn’t believe it either. The pictures I drew, the scars I had the memories I could so vaguely remember…those meant nothing to me. But when I did believe, it was the best feeling in the world- next to you hearing you say my name for the first time in Volterra.”

We just stared at each other for a while, basking in the intimate moment we were sharing. Soon though, much too soon, he lifted me off of him and stood up. He swooped me up into his arms, and began to carry me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I said quietly, not breaking eye contact with him.

“I have a surprise for you.” Edward said, simply.

“Another? Is it one I’ll approve of?” I teased, arching an eyebrow.

He smiled. “You should.”

He led me out the French doors and set me down. He took my hand and brought me to the terrace overlooking the ocean. But what caught my eye was the two easels that sat facing the ocean. One was painted on, and I recognized the two people right away.

It was Edward and I on our wedding day- we were dancing. It was beautifully painted, and everything was made just right. I was smiling up at him as he kissed the top of my head. Around us were our families. Esme and Carlisle, looking proud as ever, Rosalie who was surprisingly beaming next to Emmett who looked just as dignified. Alice and Jasper both looked wonderful- with Alice who looked like she was about to jump up and down. Then there was Charlie, Renee, and Phil, who looked just as proud as Carlisle and Esme. It was gorgeous.

The second canvas was completely blank, but there was a pencil and a paintbrush sitting on the t able beside it.

I walked over and sat down in the chair in front of the incomplete easel. “What is this?” I whispered.

Edward sat down on the stool beside me and pointed to the painting in front of him.

“This is the masterpiece I was talking about in the woods that day,” he smiled. “This is what I was missing, and what I had been waiting for…you.”

I couldn’t breathe. Surely I would’ve began to cry if I was still human. I took in a deep breath. “I love you so much, Edward.”

“I love you too, Bella. You truly are a masterpiece, and a beautiful one at that. Thank you for finally completing this for me.” He said, moving forward so that he could kiss my lips chastely.

“And the blank one?” I whispered, not being able to raise my voice any higher than that.

“Do you think you can draw that picture of us again? It looked so beautiful in your memories, and I’d love to see it.” He said.

“I think I’ll draw one of my happier memories. The meadow, perhaps?” I suggested.

He smiled. “That’s perfect.” And he leaned forward once more to press his lips to