Dear Eva, November 16. 2031

They told me he played a song for you on the piano, a sweet melody that took him hours to write and your name was his only inspiration. They told me he refused to rest until it was done because he wanted to see your smile as soon as possible.

When I found out my world froze. My heart froze. My moment in time froze and all I could do was look through the ice and hear my own muffled scream. I only had one thought to both comfort and torment me: that melody was mine twenty years ago.

After he finished playing, I was told he kissed you softly, whispering something nobody could hear but you. I was told you blushed and couldn't keep your eyes off of his the entire day. I just couldn't believe it because he told me all his kisses would always belong to me.

I never thought he could just let me fall apart. Never, never, never in my most horrible thoughts could I ever imagine him allowing me to hit the ground; never did I think he could watch me break into thousands of tiny pieces and do nothing. Maybe it's my fault and my misery is deserved. I don't know what I did wrong, but the angel I'd worshipped in both my human and vampire years has now abandoned me. How could this happen..?

I've seen your photograph. You're beautiful- the kind of beauty I always thought I should have been for him. In the letter he wrote to me, he said the only way to describe you was as an emotion; he said, you were the feeling one gets while watching the sunrise for the first time after an eternity of darkness.

I couldn't keep reading after that sentence.

Please…. Please, I'm begging you... Don't let him smile at you the way he smiled at me the first time we kissed. It's different from all his other smiles and you would recognize it instantly as the only smile that will ever matter to you. It's mine. I claim it forever. The moment I lose it is the moment my life will mean nothing. And don't make him laugh softly at something silly you said or did… I'm the only one who should ever make him laugh like that, so please don't take that from me.

You've won. You have so much already so let me keep something; let me keep my last precious memories of him intact. Your existence is like an acid poured over the only photographs I have of anything I ever cherished and can never hold again. Oh, I never knew suffering like this could last for so long… I have no right to demand anything of you, but I think fair is only fair and you should allow me this much and if you won't give me anything else, give me this: the meadow is mine. I remember lying on that dewy grass with him, crushing the flowers with our selfish bodies as we lost ourselves in the heavy fragrances of recent rain and more recent romance. Sometimes I think it might have been a dream that was never mine, but it's the only thing I have left … I buried my heart in that field twenty years ago so never touch it.

He's gone. I'll never get him back and I know it because he's forgotten all about me. You took him easily, the thought of my pain never crossing your young and reckless mind. But it will be there every day of my life and I'm resigned to my new lack of life.

Congratulations. You are the winner. Your heartless actions took home the only gold that matters- the melted gold in his eyes.

-Isabella Marie Swan