Death.

So easy, so… natural.

But not this way. Not Her. Not now. Not ever.

And the worst part, I could have stopped it. If only, if only I had shown up one second sooner. But no, James, that bastard tracker, he killed her. No, worse, he drank her blood. He reaped a reward from the corpse of a murdered goddess. My goddess.

I've always known that life isn't fair. But no one ever mentioned that life is a sick creature, who lives to suck the happiness strait out of your heart. Too late now, I had to find out the hard way. No, not me. I know I have no soul, god can punish me, but not her. Not her. My fault. If only, if only she would have stayed away me. If only I'd had the strength to stay away from Her.

I could have changed her. She would have held out her hand to this damned life. But I, I wasn't ready. Not then. But maybe I was. Now, at least, I would change her at her first whim.

But that's not the way it was meant to be. Maybe Esme was right, I know her and Carlisle used to worry. Everyone else knew they're soul mate. Both Carlisle and Rosalie knew, the moment they saw them, that this was who they would spend the rest of their eternal lives. Esme was right, maybe I was changed to early, maybe I'm just a little more damned than the rest of them. I'm just a defective loser. No, not a loser, a deadbeat who is cursed to spend the rest of his eternal and elongated life alone.

Carlisle shouldn't have listened to my mother, she was ill, delusional. She couldn't have possibility thought that immortality would suddenly have made me a people person. Well, like I said, I'm a deadbeat who is cursed to spend the rest of his eternal and elongated life alone. Yes I would be alone, for the remaining few hours of my life.

I'm almost home.

He quietly opened his eyes, to see the the airport in sight. If he stole a car, a fast one, he could be dead within the hour. He would have smiled, but he didn't have the strength.

He was finally doing it, committing suicide.

He knew Alice could see it coming. But, he checked, he boarded a flight that was 5 hours before the next took off. Surely, the Volturi had to agree. Had to let him die, or he'd force them.

After killing James, he'd begged Jasper to kill him. To rip him apart. Surely Jasper, the one who could literally Feel him pain. But alas, his brother liked him too much. But that was the past, and this was now. And this was the final day of his life.

He stepped into the elevator, it was almost time.

Gianna gave him a sweet smile as his stepped through the doors, into his final destination. Her un-refined senses could not detect the depression leaking off of him.

Aro gave him a pleasant smiles as he strode in. He held out his palm, unspeaking, Aro took in with curiosity unhidden on his translucent face.

She's dead. Kill me. Kill me now, in the most painful way possible. If you don't, trust me, I will reveal the secret.

"I see my boy." He whispered

"What?" muttered Marcus and Caius together.

"The boy wished to die." He stated simply. " And you still do not wish to join us, am I correct."

" Not in a world without her." Edward whispered, the first time he had spoken since requesting Jasper kill him.

Aro sighed, such a waist it was, to destroy such a talent as Edward Cullen. He was like, a son. Yet, a reluctant one if that.

"If you wish."

And then, it happened, all in one second. Edward closed his sullen eyes, and Marcus was on him.

Death.

So…peaceful.

He saw his mother, his father. His love. Maybe Carlisle was right. Maybe there was a place for the eternally damned. But not on earth. Carlisle, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie, Emmet, Esme. They were all better off.

I'm home. I'm with you…

Stay Tunes for the sequel!!! (The suicide note of Edward Cullen.)

-Immortal Passion