Edward
I haven't had much experience with families. I was an only child, and you don't meet many young children as a vampire. But I know it shouldn't be this hard to love her… my daughter. People say that children become parts of their parents, but it's as though some cruel person has taken the essence of Bella, and then diluted it down just enough to cause me maximum possible pain.
Also, it is only Renesmee that keeps me from joining her.
I should be angry at Jacob, for imprinting on my baby girl, but I'm not. Or maybe I am, but the anger is masked under others, towards Renesmee, towards Bella, towards myself… the list goes on.
Rosalie has a baby to love; she never really cared about Bella. Carlisle and Esme have each other, as do Alice and Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie. Only I am alone.
Alice is coming over now, if tears could fall from her eyes, they would. We feel it the most, and neither of us will allow Jasper to ease our pain. I hand her my daughter, and drift over to the piano. Memories come like thrown knives, the first time I played her her lullaby, coming back after Italy, seeing her coming down the aisle… it's all too much.
I notice Carlisle leaving the house. I don't care enough to wonder why.
Carlisle
I watch my family sinking deeper into grief, my Edward most of all. His grief is endless, fathoms sinking toward an inky pool of eternal night. And he can feel all the grief in the house, Jasper too. But I have to focus; I have a job to do.
I tell Charlie everything, from the beginning. About vampires, werewolves, Renesmee, everything. It all seems so unimportant now. Is reaction is disturbing, if not unexpected. I wonder if it is possible to drown in grief so deep that it chokes you, blinds you of all but the brightest light. I still have my light, my Esme.
I'll survive.
I stay with Charlie for a while, offer to do whatever I can. Arrange the funeral, speak to Renee, all tasks that I will shoulder, just to distract myself, and because I don't know if anyone else will be strong enough. Charlie isn't afraid of me, he has bigger things to deal with.
I leave in the early hours of the evening, returning to the house that I call home.
