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". . . as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow."

- Anne Rice

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Edward Anthony Mason Cullen

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It had been days since I last saw her. Two days to be exact had gone by with me living without her smile, her blush, her voice, her laugh, her. I had myself to blame for this. I was a monster to do this to her. If only I had never met Bella. None of this would have happened.

As I looked down at the sleeping form in my arms, I knew that I wouldn't want her gone either. This tiny, breakable newborn has been the only thing keeping me from running to Italy and begging the Volturi for death as I did once before.

She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, next to Bella on our wedding day of course. I knew that if Bella had not been so giving, so selfless, then I would still have her here with me.....but I wouldn't be holding my daughter.

Today was the day her and I were leaving. I don't know where we will go but I could not stay.

As I stood there watching Jasper and Emmett lower the casket that held my dead wife I was sure that I could not stay. It was hard enough being here at her funeral, in the place where we had first confessed our love for each other.

I had told no one of my plans to leave, but I was sure that Alice knew. She would understand why I needed to leave. Next to me, she was the one who was hurt the most by this.

I would miss all of my family deeply. Except for the one I put as much blame on for this happening as I put on myself.

Rosalie was so selfish compared to my Bella. She didn't care about what happened to Bella as long as the baby was okay.

Two days ago, After Bella's heart had stopped and I realized that I was working on a dead corpse, I couldn't believe it. Even though I had put as much venom into her system as I could, she was.....gone.

Right then I had just wanted to curl up on the floor and die with her.

I don't know how long I stayed like that when Rosalie's thought brought me out of my state of shock.

"Now I can have you all to myself "

I was outraged as I realized that Rosalie never expected Bella to survive the birth of the baby. She was actually counting on the fact that Bella would not be around to claim her baby and that I would be on the next plane to Italy so that I couldn't either.

She was planning on stepping in and keeping my daughter.

Renessme.

Mine and Bella's daughter.

I ran downstairs and grabbed her from Rosalie's arms before throwing Rosalie threw the window.

Alice - probably seeing that I was going to kill Rosalie – came into the house with Emmett running behind her. They held me back before I could attack again even though I could tell from Alice's thoughts that she wouldn't mind if I caused Rosalie some pain for what she did.

I agreed to stay when Carlisle and Esme came home, but I knew I'd be leaving soon.

I didn't see Rosalie again until now at the funeral of my love's death.

She looked genuinely sorry for what she had caused, but I knew it was all an act. She was still the low, selfish person she had been all her life.

When the funeral was over, it was only Renessme, Bella, and I left in the meadow.

I went over to Bella's grave and let out a heartbroken sob as I lay flowers down and kissed the ground there.

After what had seemed like hours, I got up and looked into the forest where Alice was waiting. I nodded at her as I ran to a new place with my daughter in my arms.

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Mary Alice Brandon Whitlock Cullen

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After Edward left the meadow, I got the same vision I always get whenever Renessme wasn't around.

My vision was of Bella.

It was always the same, just her standing in her and Edward's meadow.

I was so confused by this vision because I knew that Bella was dead.

Yet I would always see her in this very meadow I was standing in now with her brown hair swaying in the wind as she stood there unmoving. Her posture did not change and she didn't breathe. She just stood there.

When I first got this vision, I was sure she wasn't dead because of what I had seen. Even though the vision got weaker, I was sure it was true. But when I went to go see Bella, she was dead.

It was so frustrating to have the little hope you have yanked from under you.

Edward didn't know about this vision because I never had visions around Renessme and Edward never left her. I also wouldn't allow myself to think about it when I was around him – not that he listened too much of anything now.

Edward was now just a shell of what he once was. He looked even worse then when we left Bella after her eighteenth birthday. The only thing that kept him going was his daughter. He knew that he had to be here for her.

I couldn't believe that Rosalie would do this. Of course it was Bella's fault for wanting to keep her baby but I never thought that Rosalie would use Bella like that. Not caring what happened to Bella or Edward just so that she could get what she wanted. Not that we would let her keep Renessme after we had seen her plan, but I had other things to worry about now.

It didn't feel right to ignore my vision and I couldn't get the thought of it out of my head. I decided that everyday I would come back to this meadow and check. Check to make sure that there wasn't some small microscopic chance that this could come true.

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