Preface
When someone you love leaves, they take a part of you with them. Only to be returned if that person themselves reappear also. For those left behind, the pain of loss is like nothing ever experienced. The sense that you were unwanted. Unloved. It is something that time itself can't always mend.
But even with that knowledge. You still manage to love that person unconditionally, to the point where the gaping hole left behind is raw and bleeding. The agony of not being able to forget. Not willing to dismiss.
Forever you wonder. Wonder why they left; what you did wrong. Heartbroken and torn you pretend to live, but there is no life. Your beating heart only a painful reminder of what they stole… Or more appropriately, what you gave them.
But I ask you, what if? What if you were the one who left? The one who stepped away and left the other rejected and weeping. How do you live with the realization of what you've done? Are you even aware of what you have left in your wake?…
My name is Renesmée Carlie Cullen and as I stand here, in a place where my truest nightmares are concrete and absolute; I've finally come to terms with what I've left behind…Who I have run away from… So I'm left with this undeniable accusation. What have I done?