A/N: Just a random idea that came to me one day.
"Jazz!" I squealed, leaping at him. But then I froze, for, shining brightly on his right hand, was a gold wedding band. My arms fell to my sides awkwardly.
The coven was looking at me in confusion, especially the bronze-haired male and the short pixie. She was standing beside my Jazz, their arms almost touching.
I looked at the pixie's hand warily – sure enough, a matching wedding band rested on her ring finger. I had the overwhelming urge to rip it off.
Jazz followed my gaze, and my newly healed heart shattered at the love that filled his eyes at the sight of her. That's when I knew: I couldn't hurt her, no matter how much I wanted to, because he loved her.
My eyes closed, and I nodded slowly in acceptance. He loved her. He wasn't my Jazz anymore, but hers.
The other blond male, the leader, stepped forward.
"Hello. I'm Carlisle Cullen. This is my family." My eyebrows rose at the word. Family?
The female at his side continued, "I'm Esme Cullen." Her fingers wove through Carlisle's, saying what she didn't – mates.
"I'm Emmett Cullen and this is my mate, Rosalie Hale," the huge, curly-haired male said, throwing his arm around the statuesque blond.
"Edward Cullen," the bronze-haired boy stated.
"And I'm Alice Cullen," the pixie said, "You already know my mate, Jasper Hale."
That was even worse: they weren't just lovers or husband and wife, but mates. Then what she said registered, and I turned back to Japer Hale.
"Hale?" I whispered. His eyes tightened as he saw the pain in mine. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "Never mind, it doesn't matter."
Rosalie spoke up then, her voice accusing, "Who are you?"
"My maiden name was Isabella Swan, but I've always preferred Bella."
"You're married?" Alice asked, relieved.
I refused to meet Jasper's eyes as I responded, "Used to be. He died in 1863, on January 1st. Happy New Year to me."
"Bella…" Jasper breathed softly, but I shook my head, slowly taking off the rings I'd worn for 142 years since my husband's death.
"No, I've kept these on for far too long, holding on to the past," I said, dropping them on the ground between us. I turned to leave when Alice called out, and my head swung around to meet her eyes.
"Wait! How do you know Jazzy?" Jasper flinched.
"What was your married name?" I closed my eyes: Edward had figured it out.
I turned back, ignoring the pleading in Jasper's eyes as I responded flatly, "Whitlock."
I started running.
A/N: Yeah, it's short. Hope you liked it. I have no plans to continue - it is, for now, just a one-shot. R&R, and more importantly - keep writing!