Hi, sorry I was gone for so long, now I'm gonna be writing better stories and one shots. Basically, this is a POV from Esme Cullen when Bella is supposedly dead from jumping off a cliff.

ESME'S POV

"Alice!" I asked urgently, "What did you see?"

"It's Bella… she's jumped off a cliff. She's dead."

I feel hollow, and my breathing becomes ragged. They all know why I feel this way. That's how I died. I jumped off a cliff and Carlisle saved me. I didn't know what to think.

"I-I'm sorry. Please excuse me," I say my voice shaky, "I need to be alone for a moment."

"Of course," Carlisle answered.

I can hear their mutters, their voices of concern about my youngest, yet oldest son, alone for a century. I sit on mine and Carlisle's bed and a flashback waves over me.

My son, Henry in my arms dying, wasting away. How could I live without him? My husband hasn't helped me at all in the three days since he was born, since his health started deteriorating. I held back a sob. It had now been four days since his birth. It was 12:01. I knew he couldn't survive like this another day.

My son breathed his last breath, shallow, uneven, unhealthy. He was gone. I held him to my chest crying, sobbing, whilst my husband slept in his bed, unaware of my concern, upset, my suicidal thoughts. That's when I thought of it. I lived in Devon; cliffs spread in front of me. I could kill myself, be with my son once more.

I didn't waste time waiting for dawn. I wrote a note. It read:

My darling George, I'm sorry to leave you but I cannot live without my Henry. I will be gone when you wake up- forever. You will find my body under the cliffs. I love you. Esme.

It got to three am and I had mourned my new-born son as long as any mother would ever want to. I walked slowly up the cliff anticipating what was going to happen. I was going to die. I jumped. I could never have dreamed about the pain that was coming next. It tore apart my body, cracked my spine. I was excruciating. Just then it stopped. I was taken in an ambulance to the ER, but everyone thought I was dead already. I saw my childhood... well crush Carlisle Cullen and his brother Edward. And then it was fire. I screamed, I squirmed, and I cried. Was death this painful?

A few days later the fire went. I was told what I had become- a vampire.

I tore myself out of my thoughts. Had Bella killed herself in hope to be one of us? Did she think we could run and save her, make her a vampire? I knew she wished to be so. I went downstairs again a muttered my theory to Carlisle. He thought it plausible. Alice wasn't sure.

"I'm going to Forks. Give my condolences to Charlie."

"Is that such a good idea though?" Jasper pondered.

"I can see myself doing it. Charlie is happy with me."

"Can I come?" I questioned.

"No. My vision suggests just me. He worries Edward will come back. He thinks she committed suicide to make Edward come back and wish he hadn't left her."

"Ok."

Rosalie walked in the room holding her cell phone.

"We need to ring Edward. He'll be massively pissed off if we don't."

"Rosalie. Language!" I warned her giving her a stony look.

"I agree with Rose." Emmet said.

"I however don't. Don't forget I'm the one who can see the future," Alice warned, "He'll go to the Volturi and kill himself to be with her."

"Fuck Edward going to the Volturi. I'll kill him myself!" Rosalie argued.

"No. You will not Rose. I, as head of this family, say that is not a possible solution." My husband's stern voice interjected.

"I agree." Jasper said quietly, "I can feel how scared and upset this family is. Well, most of us anyway." He shot Rose a look.

Rosalie stormed off with her usual tenacity.

"This isn't going to work." I murmured quietly. Carlisle nodded behind me.