"Bella...I think this is the time to tell you..." Edward sat, slowly next to his wife. She looked so different, her long hair now black, her eyes shining amber, her skin pale instead of the rosy red he remembered. "I....I'm leaving....but I don't want you to come.."
"Edward...." She looked up at him. "I gave up everything for you...and you're leaving...again?"
"I'm sorry." He said, getting up, grabbing a suitcase, and walking out the front door of the Cullen's house. She had no idea what to do. There was nowhere for her to go....except for...no. She couldn't.
'I must.' She thought to herself. Bella grabbed all of the things important to her, some clothes, a picture of Renesmee with Charlie and Renee, her phone, and her passport. 'I've got to go.' She though. 'I've just got to.' She drove as fast as she could to the airport, and hopped onto the first plane to Italy, hoping, praying for a better life.
