Disclaimer: Characters not mine
A/N: BYOT (Bring your own tissues)
Bella,
My dear, sweet Bella. You might be crying as you read this, but I'm asking you, please don't. I'm begging. I know I probably told you I left because I didn't love you, didn't want you. I lied. I'll forever love you, forever need you, forever want you. Forever. Eternity. That's how long I'll long for you, turn to see you and have you not be there. Because I love you. I beg you to try to understand- I can't stand to endanger you, your precious life that I love, your fragility. To be here is to put you in harm's way, and I can't allow that. You were always too good for me, for my demon, for the damned life I lead. So be free, forget me, and love. Share the wondrous gift that you have bestowed on me on someone else, some lucky mortal. And please be happy, Bella, in whatever you do. Be happy for yourself, and you make me the happiest person in the world.
Eternity is mine, Bella. And for eternity I will be yours.
Edward
My hands shook as I read this- a mixture of my sobs and the osteoarthritis I had contracted some eight years ago, when I was sixty-seven. I had long ago gotten over my first love who had told me that he, in fact, didn't love me back, but this letter from him ripped open all of my old wounds, all of the scars that had long ago closed to prevent my soul from bleeding out.
So this is what I get when I finally decide to clean my room.
After all these years.
The letter had used everything I'd ever thought I'd known about Edward as a tissue and then thrown it out.
And then I dropped the letter and started gasping for air as I felt a fire in my chest. It was my heart. How ironic. My heart betrayed me, just as Edward had all those years ago… and as I ceased struggling and felt the welcome darkness close around me, I felt thankful that I didn't have to deal with all the emotions that I had felt some sixty two years ago all over again.
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