Prologue:
Edward Cullen walked into the bedroom of his apartment expecting to find his girlfriend of six years sleeping. Instead, he found three things that would change his life completely. The first two lay seemingly innocent on the bedspread, though they were far from it. He saw his small black bag that was generally stored in the bottom of the drawer in his nightstand. He didn't need to open it to find out that it contained everything he'd need for his next secret hit of heroin. The next thing he saw made him want to vomit—a pregnancy test with two visible lines, he was going to become a father. Edward knew that he would give up the drugs immediately. Things needed to change, for Bella, for their baby, hell, even purely for himself. He went to the closet to change out of his work clothes so he could be more comfortable while he waited for Bella to come home, they had things they needed to discuss, and that is where he discovered the third thing: every hint of the last six years of Bella, was gone from the apartment.
The twist Edward felt in his gut was staggering, the closet that had once been 75% Bella's clothing and 10% silly photobooth pictures they had collected over the past 6 years was currently only filled with Edward's clothes at 15% capacity.
He wandered back through the apartment, wondering how he hadn't noticed the difference when he walked in the door. The box of Grandma Swan's kooky Christmas ornaments that was shoved under the entertainment center from New Years until Thanksgiving was gone, the garage sale lawn gnome that once lived in the once full cupboards was gone, along with Bella's extensive collection of plates and cups and bowl from different countries and thrift stores, all that remained was the unused set of matching red plates Esme had bought the couple as a housewarming gift. Everything that made the apartment theirs was gone. Now it felt like his, and he didn't like that. Without knowing what else to do, Edward Cullen sat on the living room couch, and propped his feet up on the coffee table which immediately shifted its weight and sank in the far right corner. After closer inspection, Edward noticed that even the Charles Dickens anthology that once leveled the table had been removed along with the pin up girl coasters.
And now, just like his coffee table, Edward's life was unbalanced.