ALICE POV

"What do you mean I can't say goodbye!" I yelled at my brother, he was stood looking at his piano, his shoulder muscles tensed, his whole persona stressed, but angry all the same.

"It is Edwards decision Alice." Carlisle reminded me quietly from where he and the rest of the family were sat around the living room.

"The hell it is..." I began but Edward reeled to face me, his chest heaving, and his eyes flat black.

He held himself solely responsible for Bella's accident, I thought of her as she lay broken on the floor, then and the time in phoenix.

He cringed violently and I floundered.

"Sorry." I whispered.

He shook his head, looking back around out f the bay window.

"The end of the week, we are leaving, and that's final." He whispered.

"What are you going to say?" I asked anxiously, Bella was my friend and Edward loved her more than anything, it would break her heart for him to leave her, as it would him to do it.

"The only thing I can." He breathed.

I gasped as a vision of his decision blared through my mind like wildfire.

"No..." I sobbed, "Edward you can't..."I began and Jasper pulled me to him, stroking my hair.

Edward straightened and looked down at his hands.

"What, Edward?" Esme asked, he ignored her and shook his head at me.

"He's going to tell her he doesn't love her." I breathed, everyone gasped and Rosalie fought a smile, selfish cow.

"Edward surely..." I began to reason but he shook his head.

"She needs to let go, this the only way she will." He whispered and walked out.

I growled and shoved away from Jasper, kicking his precious piano as I passed it.

That was two months ago, we haven't seen Edward since. It has near enough broke Esme's heart, seeing her oldest son fall into a deep despair such as this.

I was at on the sofa with Japer, watching TV, well sat with it on to be more specific.

He walked in, throwing his keys down on the table and walking up the stairs, where he knew his room was already.

His eyes were ebony and he looked a mess, his hair unkempt and his skin almost translucent.

But I knew it went deeper than that, because the way Jasper tensed beside me, I knew his emotions were awful.

Jasper glanced at me as Edward went on upstairs, I hear the door slam and him sigh, sitting down on the bed, I imagined him with his head in his hands, wanting to see her, but knowing he can't.

"How bad is he?" I whispered.

Jasper sighed, "I've never seen anyone like it."

I shook my head, "It will do them no good to be apart."

"I know, just as long as you never leave me." He whispered and kissed my temple.

I rolled my eyes, "Over romantic fool."

"That's what they call me." He laughed but it sounded forced, no one had been able to laugh since... then.

Edward descended the stairs, changed and presentable, presentable-ish. But I did not have the heart to shout at him for not wearing black anymore, even if he was in the mood to mourn.

Because she liked him in black... and anything that reminded him of her, was nonexistent to him.

Esme came out of the kitchen and watched as he left, the door shutting behind him long after he had left.

He moved like a ghost, except ghosts had more life in them.

"My son." She whispered and walked away, I sniffed and Jasper pulled me to him, rocking me gently.

We needed Edward and Bella back together, it was vital, for our family, for everyone, otherwise nothing else mattered.