"She's dead, Edward."

Edward slammed the phone on the table with so much force, it broke into pieces, flying everywhere. He couldn't believe it. His sweet, innocent, headstrong Bella, dead? She couldn't be, she had so much life in her. She was too young to die. Edward let out a broken sob, and sank to the floor, causing the dust to swim into the air. It was his fault. Had he not left her, she wouldn't be dead. She was a magnet for danger, didn't he realize that when he was determined to leave her? How could she do that? Hurt Charlie and Renee, and himself. The two people that brought her beautiful soul into existance, and Bella had cut that short. Rosalie had confirmed Alice had saw Bella jump off a cliff at First Beach. He would kill himself, he determined. Edward would not dare say goodbye to his family in person. They would try to stop him, and possibly endanger themselves.

Edward looked around the room, eyes setting on a dusty briefcase. Crossing the room, Edward tore the briefcase in one swift movement. It's contents fell to the floor, litering the dirty surface with old documents. Edward grabbed a sheet of clean paper, and rumaged around for a pen. He would write a note. He would do that much before very well ending his own existance. If he were lucky enough, he'd have a happy ending like Emmett, and find Bella in heaven. Normally, he didn't believe he could go to heaven, he had no soul, but he had to convince himself he would, and would see his precious Isabella waiting for him at Heaven's gold gates.

Dear Carlisle,

I'm sorry, but I cannot go on. I must join my Bella in death. Don't come after me, I couldn't bear to think any of you would risk yourselves by placing yourself in danger. This is something I have to do. Tell the others I love them, I really do. Please don't hate me for what I'm going to do, but I can't imagine continuing to hurt all of you the way I do when I left my Isabella. Thank you.

Love, Edward.

If Edward would cry, he'd be balling like a baby. He would go to the Volturi. Edward knew that they would know how to kill him. He had only learned his Bella had died, and was already feeling the stab in his dead heart, like someone ripped it out of his chest. He refused to continue to live like that another day. Edward would follow Bella in death, he owed that much to her after telling her he didn't love her, didn't want her, all those months ago. Maybe, just maybe, she would believe he was lying about everything he said that fateful night. Edward took one look around the room, then exited the room. It was time to go to Italy.

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