Hey, so, this has really been gnawing at me for a while to write the third part to this story. Thank you to all who suggested it, and thank you for reading. This was very… difficult, to write. I'm kind of in a dark place right now, so forgive me if it's not what you suspected.

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I'm gone. There's nothing left.

I feel… hollow. I can't smile anymore. I can't laugh. I can't be happy. There's just nothing left in my life anymore. I can't feel…. Anything.

It's been ten years. Ten long, horrifying years.

There have been small points of happiness, all involving Renesmee. The day she was born, her first words, when she graduated high school, and when she got married.

Jacob asked her 2 years ago.

Now she lives with him. She comes by everyday to see me. All I do is sit in that rocking chair. That rocking you should have been able to rock our daughter in. That stupid, stupid chair I bought for you and Nessie.

It hurts. So much. Aside from feeling nothing, I feel everything. Does that even make sense? I don't know. It's just, whenever the numbness has faded away, the pain sets in. The burning, agonizing pain that runs through my chest.

Every. Single. Day.

Emmett and Rosalie moved on. They went to New Hampshire or something. Carlisle and Esme are with Jasper and Alice in Chicago. They all left after Renesmee got married. Eventually they stopped trying to coax me out of my depression too, thought that was years ago. But, Alice still comes around.

Only to make sure I'm not dead. Yet.

It'll be soon. I can feel it. I don't want to be here. Please, please, please let me be with you. That's all I want, love. We fought so hard, only to lose it all in the end. I just can't do this anymore. I can't go out in public and pretend like everything is okay. I can't….. live, like this. I can't be Edward Cullen anymore. I am not myself.

I lost me when I lost you.

There is no reason for living. Our daughter does not need me. She has a husband, and is adopting a daughter of her own soon. She'll be okay without. No one else will miss me.

I live in Minnesota now. Deep in the woods where no one can find me. I haven't seen a human in 4 years. I have shut myself off from everything. I only leave my house to hunt and sit in that stupid chair.

Just make it quick. Please, soon. I want to be with you, but I don't know how to get there.

There is a note in my drawer to Renesmee. If I ever died or…. Ceased to exist, she could read it and know what happened. I've been prepared for a while.

Suddenly, I'm running. I just bolt out of that chair, and sprint deeper into the forest. I can feel something. Movement. I run for a minute, and then stop when I lock eyes with it. With him. With a pair of cold, blood-red eyes.

The next minute is a blur. A rush of adrenaline and raw power. I don't know what happened. I was standing there one minute, and now, I'm on the ground.

I'm laying on grass, and it seems familiar.

It smells familiar.

It looks familiar.

Then I figure it out. I'm in the meadow. It's full of flowers and scents of nature. There are mosquitoes and a butterfly flying low around me.

How did I end up here? The meadow in forks….. When I was in minnesota.

I'm looking up at the sky. It's incredibly blue, and the clouds hang low.

I hear footsteps coming toward me. Incredibly slow. I feel a pang of nervousness flow through me. Who is that? Why are they here? More importantly, why am I here?

As I sit up, my back turned away from the sound, my pulse quickens.

Wait… hold on… Pulse? I… I have a…. pulse?

How? When?

And then I hear it. It makes me freeze. I stop breathing. My world crumbles and builds itself up again all in an instant. The most beautiful sound in the world.

A sound I haven't heard in 14 years.

"Edward." She says.

I see her. Is this real? Is it a dream? No. It can't be. I…. can't tell. She stands there, just watching me. I stare at her. I just don't know. I can't get up off the ground.

Where the heck am I?

As I look into her milk chocolate brown eyes, I find that I am content without the answers to my questions. Because she's here. The woman I haven't seen in 14 years. The woman who owns my heart, and took it with her when she left.

The woman who currently stands in front of me, is Bella.

My dead wife.

"Edward." She says, again.

I stand up and breathe. I want to touch her. I want to say I love you without the fear of everything being taken away from me like last time. I want to tuck her hair behind her ear like I used to.

I want to see her blush whenever I kiss her. I want to be able to intertwine my hands with hers. I just want to hold her, but I'm afraid.

I don't want this to be some daydream, or just some vision. I want to believe this is real. I really want to. I just don't want her to leave me again.

"Edward." She repeats herself for the third time.

She's walking toward me now. Slow, unafraid steps, with her eyes locked on mine. She stops within an arms length of me.

I reach out my hand. This is it. If I can just touch her face, then it can't be a daydream. It has to be real. I slowly inch my hand out, until it's almost touching her face.

And then I feel the warmth of her cheek. She blushes, and covers me hand with hers.

"B- Bella," I stutter, looking down, feeling tears start to prick my eyes. "I- I don't know….."

"Shh, it's okay. It's all okay. I'm here. I'll never leave." She reassures me, gripping my hand.

Then I cry. I hug her close to me, and just take in her scent. A scent I haven't smelled in 14 years. She smells like vanilla and mint. I stroke her hair, staining it with my tears.

"W- why do I-" I started, but she stopped me.

"Why do you suddenly have a pulse, and can cry?" She asks, smirking like I had just asked the dumbest question ever, but there was still a hint of worry lined in her voice.

"Yes." I whisper.

"Simple. Because you're dead." She replies.

"What?" I ask, and I pull out of the hug to look her fully in the face.

She hasn't changed one bit.

"You're dead, sweetheart. Like me. You get what you want here. You always said you wanted to be human, so, now you are. We are both human, and we get to spend forever together. We're here, In the meadow, remember? Just like you wanted." She whispers to me, and I find myself smiling.

"But…. how?" I ask.

"You were sitting in the rocking chair, and then you started running. You saw another vampire, and, well…. Let's just say you lost the fight." She said, smiling at me.

I laugh, until I think about something.

Renesmee. What will happen to her when she finds out I'm gone? What will happen when she finds out she's now missing both her parents?

I'm such a bad father.

"What's with the frown?" Bella asks, now cupping my face in her small, warm hands.

"R- Renesmee," I whisper, my voice cracking.

She frowns.

"She's gonna be okay." She tells me.

"I'm a bad father," I say, and then I sit down on the ground with Bella in my lap. "I left her, all alone, for my own selfish reasons."

"Edward." She says sternly, catching my attention.

"What?"

"Don't you dare say something like that again." She says, grabbing my hands, and looking me dead in the eyes. "You were, and still are, a damn good father, okay? You had to be the mom and the dad for our daughter. You carried on until you knew she would be okay. That's not the definition of a bad father."

"But, I left her all alone. No goodbye, or anything." I say again.

"You left her that note," She starts. "She's strong, Edward. She gets that from both of us, you know. She'll be okay. Plus, she's got Jake to take care of her. She knows that you loved her. She knows that you'd be happier here than back in that rocking chair. She's smarter than you think, Edward. After all, you are her father."

I smiled, and laughed.

"What?" Bella asks.

"We spent three years together before you died," I say. I can talk about her death now that I'm dead, too. "I married you, for goodness sake. And yet, you still don't see yourself clearly."

"I-"

"No no, I'm not finished," I cut her off. "I have been waiting over 14 years to finally be able to hold you, and tell you everything I've wanted to say, so please listen."

She folded her hands in her laps, and I held her even closer.

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A/N: Second half will be coming very soon. Thank you to all who suggested me writing this chapter, you were the fuel to my fire. So, I've been thinking, maybe I'll make a companion fic for this where after Renesmee dies after she's lived her life, she finally gets to meet Bella, and Bella finally gets to meet her daughter. So? Tell me in a review! Feel free to pm me for anything! -nikki a.k.a.- Twipotterfreak28