A/N: Sorry I am ending the story here! No epilogue, no sequel (although I know I promised one). I lost the inspiration to write this story, and I've not written anything in SO long. This chapter was sitting in my laptop. I edited it to fit as an ending. But again, I apologize for ending this so abruptly.

I will be the giving the rights if anyone wants to write a sequel. But first PM me because I don't want to see multiple different sequels. Thank you!

Enjoy

DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS TWILIGHT, i wish i own seth clearwater!

Previously

New York City is a big city. Lots of chain shops at every corner. Thousands upon millions of people passing by. Yet how does one certain brunette pass by the exact Starbucks Edward is in at the time he's being kissed? What is she to do except go home and cry?

NO POV

After minutes that felt like hours of crying her heart out, she made the call.

"Hello?"

"Sir, this is Isabella Swan and I would love to play Eponine"

"That's WONDERFUL NEWS! I'll just send you the tickets and we'll be off to London tonight! Sorry it's late notice but then we can start the first rehearsal and practice quicker."

"That's great. The sooner we can leave the better."

"Oh, then better yet, meet me at the airport at midnight."

"See you. Thanks again for the part"

"No, thank you! You were made to play Eponine."

EPOV

After I left Starbucks, I didn't know what to think. Everything didn't make sense anymore. Reality seemed to slow down for me as I walk aimlessly around New York City. Somehow, looking up, I find myself in Central Park, and it's 9:32pm. Have I really been walking this long?

But I guess it's great that I've arrived at Central Park. Maybe I can clear my head of everything that is getting so overwhelming

"Bella? Bella, are you here?" Walking in, the apartment feels . . . bare. Feels so lonely and abandoned. Like nothing exists in here.

"Bella? Where are you?" Worried, I start frantically looking around seeing less and less Bella's things. She couldn't have left right? I mean, I love her, and she loves me. No one would leave so abruptly without warning, of even calling? Did I do anything wrong that would make her leave. Especially since this is her apartment.

"Bella, this isn't funny! Where are you?" At the end of my search, there is just one room left: the bedroom. The one where all things were put into place. That is where I lost my heart.

Just one thing on the desk. A yearbook from my senior year. And a note.

Open to page 123

Opening my old senior yearbook, I relieve my "golden year" seeing that in hindsight, I was never happy. Sure, I'm smiling in all my pictures, but I look so fake and uninterested. There was one picture with Izzy where I could really see a smile. She lit up my world when it was taken and I felt like my true self.

Upon the page was a letter that practically took up the whole page.

Dear Edward

By the time you read this, I'll be gone. Gone off in my tour playing Eponine in Les Misérables.

I know I should've told you who I was, but if I did, you wouldn't have wanted me. I wanted you to fall in love with me, not just be my friend, or just some girl you used to pass by in high school. I wanted you to see me for me. But even then, you still couldn't see me. All you could see is Tanya, and that I was just the second choice. If you really loved me, you would've enjoyed my presence. If you really loved me, you would've known me. If you really loved me, you would've noticed me.

That's all I have to say. If you ever see this, I'm sorry. But this is the time you realized that you are too late. You don't need me, okay? You are perfect and can be someone else's dream guy. I love you, but I want someone who sees me for who I really am, the ditzy Izzy Swan from Forks who got her big break. So Edward I'm sorry. I loved our times together, I loved being with you, and I love you.

Thank you Edward, and good-bye.

xoxo

Bella aka Izzy

In the middle of the letter was a cut-out of where a picture would be. Izzy's picture. Next to it was a picture of Bella. Realization shot me like how I know I would catch a grenade for her.

Who is she? It took me so long to figure out who she was. She . . . Izzy . . . Bella . . . Isabella. She was the one I loved. She is the one I'm in love with. She is the one I will love for eternity. And she is the one who I let go of. And I will get her back.

That I promise.

Wherever you are Bella, I will find you. And when I do, I'm not letting you go again. Not twice in my life will I ever make the mistake again.

Wait for me Bella.

Wait.