Ok, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. However, I made one modification. Vampires can cry.

Chapter 1

EPOV

I couldn't believe it. After 50 years, I could still recognize the scent. My one true love, Bella Swan.

BPOV

It couldn't be. It couldn't… but it was. Edward. The same magnificently beautiful creature who left me many years ago. I still remember the words he spoke to me in the forest outside my father's old house. It took me over 30 years to realize that he did only want the best for me. As much as I have tried to move on, I still love him. There is no way to deny the love I had for him.

I have a husband, Travis, and three kids. I even have grandkids. I graduated from Penn State when I was 26, dedicated to get a doctorate, and became amath teacher. I retired about 5 years ago, and just moved to a quite suburb right outside Bellingham, Washington. This is the life he wanted for me, right?

EPOV

When I first smelled it, I would have had a heart attack, if that were possible. It was just as wonderful, maybe better, as it had been 50 years ago.

I was heading to my meadow. My new meadow. Three years ago, we moved to a suburb outside Bellingham, Washington. For the first few days, I scoped out the whole city, trying to find a place I could relax in. Just like my meadow in Forks many, many yeas ago…

When I realized it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me, I started to follow the scent. It was very easy to follow, it must have been fresh. It only took me a minute to get to the park, where I caught my first glimpse of her in 50 years.

BPOV

I was sitting on my favorite bench at the public park. It was almost deserted, except for the birds, which sang, it seemed, only for me. The park is only about a mile from my and Travis's home. I walk here every now and then to get away from everything, or just to think and be with nature.

It was only there for a few minutes before I felt like someone was watching me. I waited a few moments, listening to the birds. I finally looked up and saw someone standing on the edge of the gate. The moment I saw his eyes, his amazing, mesmerizing eyes, I knew it was him.

EPOV

I waited for her to look up. I quickly did the math in my head; she was 68 years old now. But it did not matter, she was still beautiful. Her skin was just as light as it had been before, but now she had small wrinkles in the corner of her eyes and mouth. She looked healthy, only a little bit bigger than she used to be, but that was good. She would have been much too frail if she stayed so skinny.

I waited for her to look up, wondering if she remembered me. She finally lifted up her head, and I saw her eyes. Although she looked much more breakable, her eyes were the same; bright and full of life. She looked right into mine, confirming that she remembered me.

At first, she looked completely shocked, just as shocked as I felt when I caught her scent. After a second, a small, warm smile appeared across her face. She tried to stand up, but I did not want her to struggle.

BPOV

In a second, he was standing right beside me. He took my hand and helped me up. I looked at him, really looked at him. He looked exactly the same, except somehow older, maybe with knowledge. His eyes were warm, liquid gold. I was safe, (light chuckle), not that I'd ever feel any other way around him.

We just starred at each other for a few minutes, his hands holding mine.

"What are you thinking?" He asked me, his voice still velvety smooth, with a slightly joking smile on his face. I caught the irony. The same question he would ask countless times all those years ago.

"I was thinking… I was wondering if…" I was searching for the right words. "If I lived the life you wanted me to."

"Well, you're going to have to tell me what your life has been like before I can answer that."

EPOV

Her voice sounded weary, but smooth. She told me about her husband, Travis, her 3 kids, and her grandchildren. She went to college, Penn State, and became a math teacher. She told me about how she loved children and teaching. She had traveled to France and Australia, staying 10 months in each.

She started telling me about Travis. They met when she was in college. He started off as a friend. They kept growing closer until they were practically living together. He proposed, and they got married when Bella was 30.

She was trying to cover it up, but I could still see the pain in her eyes. It was buried, way down deep, but it was there. Even after she had gotten married, even after 50 years, the pain I caused her… it was still there.

"That sounds really nice, Bella," was all I managed to say. I felt guilty, so unbearably guilty that I caused her to live in pain. I really hoped she would forget me. I smiled, and looked at her. She was still the same kind, loving, quiet, blushing Bella I fell in love with.

Suddenly, something occurred to me. The main reason I felt somewhat, an extremely small amount, but somewhat sane not coming back to her.

"What happened to Jacob?"

Its a work in progress, just like my other fanfic "Phone Call." I'm trying my best, but I can't force my best writing, so if theres a few bad chapters, please forgive me!!