Epilogue.
EPOV
I hadn't seen her for what seemed like an eternity. Every day I wished that I could be with her, That she hadn't listened to me that fateful day, so long ago. The look on her face when i told her those lies, the betrayal. I could see her pain plainly, but what i didn't understand was that she had a look of such belief. She believed every word, it was like she wanted to believe every word. I remember trying to convince her that I was a monster. Look at what we do Bella - every moment you are with me, i am putting your life in danger'. But she wouldn't hear a word of it, she said I was better than that. Better than someone who would leave her. I think about her everyday. About what she would be thinking of. Her mystery of a mind that always confounded me. It was probably best for it to be secret, I wouldn't have been able to stand her thoughts - what she would have thought of me now, compared to then. That's ironic, because there isn't a now. She's gone and I promised her she would never see me again, 'It would be like I never existed'. But could i really be that harsh? I left every memory of us under her floorboards. Maybe one day she would have found them...
Before.
Before that day on the beach.
Before Rosalie's phone call.
Before she jumped.
I never saw her again. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth, which, logically speaking, she did. I'd never wanted to leave her. But it was for the best, I couldn't handle knowing at any time me, or someone'll could hurt her with just the slightest mistake. I didn't go back for the funeral. I couldn't stand the pain - because I knew why she jumped. It was because of me.
I understood. It was my fault. I was her undoing.