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1- THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER!!! And then I'm putting up a sequel, does that sound okay??

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I was walking along the lonely road, down past all the run down houses and abandoned buildings of forks. Walking on and on. It never seemed to end. The road just kept going, and going. I looked through one of the smashed windows of a house and saw people dancing around. Inside it looked so much lighter then where I was standing outside in the twilight. Then I heard a gun shot. It echoed out and bounced off every object.

Frightened I turned the other way, determined to run away from the sound of the screaming people. Instead I was met by a door hanging open in one of the houses across the street. Inside there were two people in the middle of a meadow, staring at each other.

Then sirens sounded. Loud as if they were right next to me. Though I couldn't see anything. Just the lonely road stretching on forever. Then I saw, further up on the road, a little boy. He was standing with his shoulder slumped looking ghostly.

I ran towards him but never seemed to get any closer. I yelled out to him, desperate to comfort the little boy. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I shouted.

Then he was there.

Standing right next to me. His green eyes look so familiar but I couldn't place them. "They're dead." His little voice said. "My brother killed them."

Realisation hit and just as it did the boy was gone, "no!" I shrieked, spinning on the spot.

"I had to do it." I heard the mature voice say. It came from everywhere around me but I couldn't see the person which it came from.

"I'm sorry." It echoed from behind me now and I spun around, restless and scared. There was no one.

Something touched my cheek and I blinked, sure there was nothing that could be close enough. Once my eyes closed and opened again, he was there. "I love you…always." I blinked again and he was gone, but the tingling feeling was left on my cheek where he touched. "Where are you?" I yelled out into the silence.

"I'm here…here…here." I spun around yet again. The voice always seeming to come from behind me.

Then everything went blurry. All the run down houses and dead looking trees disappeared and I looked around to see grey concrete walls all around me with a plain wooden table and chair in the middle of the confined room. "What is happening!" I yelled out, afraid.

"I'm sorry. But I had too."

He was there again, suddenly. But looked like someone that was worn away. Someone whose soul had left them.

Then he was gone.

The walls spun again. I was standing outside of the prison walls. The big iron gates looming above me.

But I didn't scream.

They slowly opened, emitting a man who seemed to be hobbling. His hair was flecked with grey and his beard was roughly kept. The man looked 50 but had the look of a man who had seen through tough times.

But his eyes hadn't changed…

"Ahhh!" I screamed, siting up in bed, panting, feeling a headache threatening to burst open my skull.

My shirt was covered with sweat and I felt hot and flustered. Just a dream, just a dream. But it was so real. I saw him in 25 years time!

I collapsed back onto my covers, breathing heavily and feeling exhausted.

"Bella?" a soft voice came from my door. "Bella, are you alright?" Jake slowly opened my door, peeping through the crack. "I heard you scream."

"I…I…I saw…25 years…" I was panting, struggling for my voice to find words.

"Ssshhhhh." Jake said, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Its okay, I'm here. You can sleep now."

-000-

"I'm going to see him Jake." I said, walking past the kitchen and heading for the door.

He looked up from the paper, "do you want me to take you?"

"No, I need to go alone." I said, going out into the rainy day in forks.

It was scary how similar all the houses looked compared to my dream. The only thing different was that all the windows were intact and visible signs of life could be seen.

I almost expected to hear a gunshot as I walked to my reliable truck but when it didn't come, I didn't feel anymore comforted.

"Bella swan. Friend." I told the guard at the desk of the prison entrance.

He looked me up and down with a critical eye. "And you're here to see Cullen?"

"Edward. Yes." I said stiffly.

"Are you carrying any weapons or anything that would be against the jail's terms of visiting?" he asked, one of the many steps of procedure.

"No. But I did bring this." I said, handing him an envelope under the plastic guard between us.

"You understand this must be opened before given to the criminal?" the guard asked.

"He's not a criminal." I said.

The guard just looked at me and turned back to the envelope, ripping it open none too nicely.

He handed it back after looking over it and seemingly finding nothing suspicious.

"I will send someone to retrieve Cullen. Follow frank." He said, pointing to one of the guards who stepped forward and began walking down the corridor.

"Please remove your coat." Frank asked as we came up to a metal detector. I swear, how much protection was Edward under.

I obeyed and walked through without the frame beeping and collected my coat again. I was then led to the familiar booths, identical on both sides of the glass. I sat down and waited, waited to see him.

It had been… 8 weeks. 8 weeks since he was sent to this god forsaken hell. 8 weeks I had struggled to some to terms with what was happening.

And 8 weeks since I was asked never to come again by the man I love.

Right after the hearing and he was put in his cell, I came here. I came here to talk about all the good things. Talk about how we can get through this together.

But the cold blanched eyes met me and he told me quite simply, but with overwhelming authority, that I had to go.

"Bella, I want you to go. Don't come back. Ever. Never. Leave, graduate and then go somewhere far away. Forget about this. Forget about this stupid town. Go, be happy somewhere else."

I looked at his stone face, "I cant be happy anywhere else. Not while I know you are sitting here, rotting away 25 years of your prime life. I love you, and I'm going to keep coming back every week." I said to him.

"Its over Bella. Don't come back. It will make it easier for me. I'm breaking up with you. You haven't done anything wrong, its me. No one will ever love you like I do. But I don't want you to ever attempt to see me again. And I swear I will never step into your life again."

I still remember vividly him getting up and walking away from me. On his own little side of glass he left. That was the last thing he said.

I knew he would be angry at me for coming today, but I had to.

"Prisoner A836." I heard the guard announce.

And I looked into his face. It was white, whiter than I have ever seen. He had big purple bags under his eyes, which looked like bruises. Although you could not mistake his beautiful features.

He didn't meet my eyes though. And I avoided his.

I called over the guard on my side and handed him the now torn envelope. The guard just grunted and walked to a door at the end of all the booths and gave it to the other guard.

I watched as the guard placed my letter in front of Edward.

I picked up the phone and I knew he could hear me because his phone was off the hook.

"Don't read it until I'm gone." I said. "I love you."

I slammed down my phone and stood up. I didn't look back as I walked out the doors and back down the halls. I briefly thought how this would be the last time I came through here. As a free person.

-000-

Edwards's pov.

Most of the prison was asleep now. I'm guessing its about 2am considering the amount of moonlight pouring through the bars. But I never sleep. I've vowed myself to not willingly sleep. Why? Because every second I am awake I can direct my thoughts to something seemingly unimportant. But I know that once my eyes close I will undoubtedly dream of her and it will cause me more pain than healing knowing I cant feel her touch.

I sat on top of my cot, leaning against the wall, pulled the torn envelope from my pocket and read it for the third time.

Edward, her messy script wrote.

Sometimes I think that we were all put on this earth for a reason. Maybe to become a king or queen, a scholar or professor, a mother or a father. But maybe not all of us are so lucky, maybe some of us are to become lonely and tired, torn and broken, revenged or angry, killers or criminals. Or maybe some of us are here so that others cannot be.

But I don't think it matters what we are.

I think it matters what we do after realizing what we are.

Do we like what we are meant to be, or do we wish we were something else.

Its what we do to move on that I think matters.

Edward, your not a criminal, nor are you a killer. No, you are angered and you wanted revenge, or maybe justice. They can sometimes be seen in the same category.

But I know, with all my heart, that you do not thrive on what you have accomplished, but you do not regret it. You have done what you were put on this earth to do, and now you must decide if you should move on or dwell on it forever.

I always considered myself a lucky person. I was... happy, a queen in my own way.

You told me to leave and not come back, but honestly how can a queen live without her king?

I was still a queen, and you were still my king. Right up to 8 weeks ago, when you told me to leave and never come back.

You said it would make it easier for you, but what about me?

You think you're the only one delved too deep into love that it hurts. But that's not true, I love you more than you could ever love me and don't say I'm wrong. Because I love you so much that I have given up on being queen, like you have given up on being king. And like you have chosen to act like a killer and isolate everything I offer to help, I have descended from being my own queen to become lonely and torn. Unlucky is what we would be called, but I beg to differ. Our fate is a product of our decision.

And decisions can be changed, and so may our fate.

Edward, don't do this to me, have hope. I wont leave you and I will never forget you.

I'm coming to get you. Literally.

I love you

-Your queen

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