My mind was on overdrive and I couldn't sleep. Every time my eyes closed, Edward's face stared back at me, forcing me to remember the way things used to be. We were happy once and I just wished I knew when it all went wrong. I had tried to change things, to make things better, but nothing I did worked. We had drifted further and further apart every day until, one day, there was nothing left.

Before he went to sleep, Paul tried to tell me everything would be okay. That life would work out the way it was meant to, but that didn't make me feel any better. What if what was meant to happen wasn't what I wanted?

Giving up on sleep, I slid out of bed, grabbed a sweater and headed toward the kitchen. Our wine glasses from earlier were still on the counter, so I grabbed mine and poured myself another drink. I made my way into the living room, flipped the switch to light up the tree and curled up on the couch.

Looking at the tree, it didn't take long before I lost myself in the past. Every ornament I had collected over the past decade had meaning to it. The classic purple and silver bulbs filling the tree were the same ones Paul and I had bought for our first Christmas together. There were souvenirs we had picked up in the Caribbean that Paul had made into ornaments for me. Some we'd made together as I crafted special ornaments for Rosalie and my mom. Then there was the crystal star Paul's mother had given me before she passed. Paul believed it was her way of making amends for all the fights and arguments we'd suffered through throughout the years.

Others I had collected while Edward and I were together. There were ceramic hearts, stars and bells, and glass snowmen, elves and angels scattered throughout the tree. Those ornaments filled the empty spaces and made my already perfect tree even better.

In a way, he'd done the same for me. He had walked into my life and filled the empty places within me I didn't know I had. He'd made me complete in every way.

Then he took it all away when I wasn't looking.

Just as the thought passed through my mind, my eyes landed on the angel he'd given me after the first time I left him. He'd thrown himself into his work and though I asked for it, he'd never left any time for me. Four months passed and I couldn't get more than a few hours with him at a time. Everything blew up when my parents visited for Thanksgiving and he canceled on me. He'd given me the same canned excuse he had been giving me for months but every word he spoke meant one thing…my feelings, my family, my heart meant nothing.

He had come back and apologized, promising to never do it again. He had even called my parents and apologized to them personally for ruining their holiday. Things were better between us for a few weeks and then Christmas came and he handed me the box with the brown-haired angel in it saying it reminded him of me. That I was his angel and his life wasn't complete without me.

I jumped when a knock on my door startled me out of my memory. The clock on the wall read one-twenty and I knew before I made it to the door exactly who would be on the other side. After the way I'd left things with Rosalie, I knew she'd run straight to Edward. I was just surprised it took him this long to come.

With a resigned sigh, I opened the door.