As usual I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer is the owner and queen of all things Twilight.

Dar, my muse for all things Emmett, this one's for you. You also own nothing, but Edward Cullen totally owns your ass.

I hope you all enjoy this one. It was a bear to write, but I am finally happy with it. I know it's a bit short for some of you, but hey, I have a rambunctious 2 year old. Quality over quantity, right? : )

Thank you all so much for your reviews . I can't tell you just how much each and every one means to me.

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EPOV

….my story, my memory, my secrets, my heart, my life, my death, some things that came after and everything in between….

Can you believe in the mythical?

A Love for eternity.

…..we are together again….

One seat, at one lab table….

….in mussed disarray, messy but perfect…….

…endless, omniscient and as I know now, a marker for what he was, the choice he'd made.

I simply cannot exist in a world he does not.

…that crooked smile of his….

…he was worth it all.

He would be worth it still.

I love you still.

For Eternity.

The words run so quickly through my head and with such ferocity, I cannot separate my own thoughts from the thoughts of my family.

I simply cannot exist in a world he does not.

….he was worth it all.

He would be worth it still.

I love you still.

For Eternity.

I can't add it up, I don't comprehend. It's not possible.

Hope is the most dangerous of all emotion. I learned long ago hope has no home in the grieving. Broken hope is a sentence worse than death. I no longer believe in hope.

I love you still.

For Eternity.

I don't….she can't…..I won't…….

After an immeasurable silence everywhere but in my head, it is Emmett, of course, that breaks those perilous flood gates.

"What. The. Fuck?"

What the fuck, indeed.

I am out the back doors, and into the woods before the back of my dining room chair hits the floor. I hear them calling and block them all. They are now behind me, gaining.

"Edward, Edward stop!" I cannot discern who is yelling to me now, it doesn't matter. The voices melt together in the night and in my head.

But I am the fastest, especially tonight. A burning man with the fury of one hundred and forty nine empty years, running from the shock, the grief, the guilt, the self loathing, the pain; the never ending, inescapable, crushing pain.

Oh god…Bella…..My Bella…

The thought of her is enough to break my stride and bring me up short, which is just the opportunity they need. I'm hit from behind with the force of an avalanche. I turn before I'm knocked to the ground and start swinging before we stop tumbling. I don't even know who I'm attacking, nor do I care much at the moment. Growls and Snarls bounce off the trees.

Edward!

"Jasper, help him."

I'm too far gone now.

Edward, stop it.

STOP IT NOW!

"Carlisle, stop him before he hurts someone!"

Edward, son, calm down, you don't want to do this.

Oh, but I do.

I'm blinded by the pain, the raw hatred consumes me, I can't hear. I am running on instinct alone. The monster has been unleashed, a thousand times more powerful than ever before. I swing with wild abandon.

"Grab him!"

Suddenly I'm pinned.

With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I hurl them into the trees. But I'm not finished yet. I crouch, waiting for another attack, another chance. Jasper comes out of the tree line and I lunge at him.

This is his fault.

As he dodges me I hear a raw voice screaming.

"Lies, all lies, she died!"

I'm rather surprised to find it's mine.

Edward, stop or we will have to restrain you.

Carlisle, I would like to see you try. Again.

I lunge once more to be met with empty air.

"How could you? To me your brother, your sister, her memory? Have you no respect?" Words spill from me without my consent.

I lunge again and mange to get my arms around him. I knock him to the ground and pin him under me. I grab his shoulders and start shaking. We're surrounded now.

"Stay back." He orders them calmly, which only causes my rage to boil over. "Hold Alice please."

I feel the crack as my fist connects to his face, once, twice, again.

"How could you Jasper? How could you?" A question timed to each punch, a mantra, over and over.

Alice is screaming at me now. Jasper continues to just lie there weathering my blows, not one ounce of fight in him, throwing calm.

"Fight back, you coward!" Make me earn this victory.

He looks up at me, dead in the eyes.

Edward, it's her.

It's Bella.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry Edward.

And, it is his pity that breaks me.

I am off him and running again before they have a chance to grab me.

Farther, faster, not fast enough to outrun the shame, the pain, new and old.

Oh, my Bella, my beautiful Bella. I could hold you again.

The realization overwhelms me and brings me to my knees.

My strangled scream echoes through the forest. One hundred and forty nine years of emptiness pouring from me.

Like the worst of those first days, I curl into a ball, rocking, sobbing with everything I have left.

Edward?

Edward, son, it's alright.

His arms are around me, and before I can find it in me to shrug him off, my arms are thrown around him and I am sobbing into his shoulder.

They understand son.

How could they possibly understand when I still cannot?

I manage to shake my head.

Edward, he's fine, he'll be fine.

Jasper, my brother.

What have I done?

He understands, Edward.

Edward look at me.

I shake my head again.

Look at me.

He lifts my head up by the chin; I have no will left to fight him.

Son we will find her.

I look into his eyes, they hold nothing but conviction.

Edward, we will find Bella.

Can I dare to have hope?

"We will find her Edward, and we will bring her home."

Just like another night, a night in Chicago more than 200 years ago, my father takes my broken self in his arms and pulls me back from the edge. He carries me through the darkness, the fear and uncertainty and brings me home, to the end of everything I used to know and the beginning of a new life.