A/N: Hmmm… Mixed feelings about this. I dunno if I am gonna leave if a one shot, or go on and write the rest of NM in Ed's point of view… depends on how you all react.

So, this is only one page in word, not even. I was just bored, and wanted some Edward fluff, and this was he end result. The conversation Edward has with Rosalie over the phone is not mine! Stephenie wrote that in a chapter of NM she wrote from Ed's point of view. Don't forget to review!!!

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, or the quotes from Rose and Edward in italics. I did write the stuff between, however.

Twilight. The end of another day, the beginning of an endless night. I did not have sleep to distract me as she did. All I had were my thoughts, my dreams, and the prison of my own mind. Those iron bars were my own making, as was this desolate and never ending darkness. Bella was my sun; how would I live with out the one thing that I wanted: sun?

But I would survive; this was all for her. I loved her too much to do anything other than give her the life she deserved. And despite all the times I told myself that this was the right thing and was good, it was still constantly on my mind. My life was like shattered glass. It was splayed out before my eyes, and the fact that it was totally destroyed could not be hidden. I shuddered with this thought.

Vampires weren't meant to be with any one other than vampires. I now understood why. Self control was the hardest thing I had ever struggled with, and it had led me down this broken road. At least I hadn't killed her myself, though her intentions had been quite clear. At least they had been when I talked to Rosalie.

"They didn't wan t o tell you, but I think it's stupid. The quicker you get over this, the sooner things can go back to normal. Why let you mope around the dark corners of the world when there's no need for it? You can come home now. We can be a family again. It's over."

My mind wasn't functioning correctly as I listened to Rosalie's voice ringing perfectly in my ear through the phone.

"Edward?"

"I don't understand what you are saying, Rosalie."

There was a long pause, and for a moment, I thought Rosalie had hung up on me.

"She's dead, Edward."

There was another long, though not uncomfortable pause. She was letting the words sink in.

"I'm…sorry. You have a right to know though, I think. Bella… threw herself off a cliff two days ago. Alice saw it, but it was too late to do anything. I think she would have helped, though, broken her word, if there had been time. She went back to do what she could for Charlie. You know how she's always cared for him-"

The phone went dead. Only seconds later did it occur to me that my finger had hurriedly jammed down the end button, canceling the call and turning off the bloody contraption.

That was the whole reason I was on this flight. I couldn't go on knowing that Bella was no longer existing, while I, the true sinner, sat alive and quite well here on earth. No, I would see her again, even if it was from the deepest depths of Hell and gazing up at her angel's face, fluttering high above in the loft that was heaven.

A soft buzzing noise filled my mind. What the hell was going on? Looking around, I realized that the plane was beginning to land. This had to be the hardest part of the task. How would I get the Volturri to kill me? A suicidal vampire would be considered quite funny to them, though to me, it was as serious as anything else they had to do today. But I would succeed; I was bent on that. I was not going to leave with out a fight, no matter what happened. If they denied me, they would only regret it, for I wasn't going to give up with out a fight.