Dear Edward,
I am writing this in a fevered attempt to let you know this is what I wanted. I can guarantee you that I really didn't have a life to live, and your leaving did not save me from misfortune in the least. I have been tortured by my own broken heart since the moment you said you didn't want me. I have a feeling it was a lie, that you really did love me, but that voice was smashed a long time ago. My gut told me it was over, and so it is.
I'm not doing this to cause you grief, and I'm not writing this letter to make you feel guilty. I just know you will come back to this house eventually, and I want you to know that I never stopped loving you.
You aren't going to hell, and neither is anyone else in your loving family. You all are far to good for that. You left because you wanted too, and I expected it. Be happy with the thought that you made my last year or so on earth happy and meaningful.
Yours Truly and devoted,
Bella
My face dropped considerably and I dropped the letter. I ran to his room and opened the door to see Bella hanging from the fan on the ceiling. She hung there lifeless and limp eyes wide, and muscles tense. I was to late.
Alice had had this vision just 7 hours ago, and the entire Cullen family hopped on a plane to stop her, but here she is. My beautiful, sweet Bella, dead because of me. It was all my fault.
Alice walked up behind me and fell to the ground, heaving heavy dry sobs. I would if I could have, but instead just stood there stunned into disbelief. My angel was dead.