Sunday
In the space of a day, four hearts were broken; four hearts were seemingly ruined due to a moment of weakness. All was quiet in the Cullen Household, each family member feeling as though a death had intruded on their lives. Grief settled over them like a dark cloud, shocking their emotions into a cycle of denial, anger, sadness and helplessness. Edward locked himself away in his room for the day, unable to move from couch where he cried and begged God for forgiveness. Sitting on the black leather, he mourned the loss of his Bella and cried for their lost future and the pain he had caused.
After talking throughout the night with Alice, Jasper packed a small bag of essentials and left the household. Esme cried and pleaded with him to stay and try to sort things out but the pain he felt in himself was too much, and combined with the agony of the other family members he felt exhausted and crushed. Carlisle made Jasper promise to come back soon and gave him space to sort out his thoughts.
Alice was curled in a ball in the corner of her recently destroyed room. Her's and jaspers belonging now smashed and shredded, laying around the floor from Jaspers angry outbursts. Photographs of the couple we piled on their marital bed in pieces after Jasper had torn them in front of her face.
Rosalie and Emmett stayed in their room the entire day also. They sat on their bed huddled together to block out the shouting from Jasper and Alice's room, and the howls and sobs of pain from Edwards. They had never been more grateful to their stable relationship, yet had never felt more upset as their family broke around them.
Bella spent the day in her room also. Sleeping and crying, trying to rid her mind of the image she had conjured of Edward and Alice naked and tangled in each other's arms. She told Charlie she felt ill and wasn't sure if she was coming down with something. He left her alone then, telling her to call if she needed anything. The only thing she needed however was peace.