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Time: Five years after Eclipse, and I'm guessing Breaking Dawn.
Pairing: Edward and Bella. Slight mentions of the usual pairs, also.
Remembrance
Bella Swan—I mean, Bella Cullen joined her new family in the living room, pain filling her eyes where tears would have fallen. She promised herself she wouldn't let herself be caught lamenting silently to her family, but sadly, she could not keep the promise. They were all situated in various sitting positions, but so unnaturally; still as if statues. Jasper had his arm around Alice on the sofa nearest the television, Carlisle and Esme positioned somewhat the same way but on the opposite side of the room. Emmett and Rosalie, Bella could tell, were upstairs as she suspected.
Of course, her mighty hero, Edward, rushed by her side in less than a second, the others staring intently with concerned eyes. "Jasper" Edward whispered in the small hiss that finally, Bella now being one of them, could hear. Jasper stood, still glancing back and forth between Edward and Bella. "No, Edward, I don't need Jasper" Bella answered, almost inaudibly. Jasper sat back down hesitantly. He gave Edward a nod, still unsure if he should follow.
Edward held on to Bella's arms gentle still, forgetting that she was now hard as stone. "Bella, what's going on?" His beautiful eyes were filled with apprehension and worry, leaving Bella feeling worse than she already did.
"I just need to be alone, alright?" Bella assured him quietly. Her voice was shaky, yet still forceful. Edward let go of his grip tentatively, watching carefully as she made her way up the staircase.
Bella whisked up the stairs in faster than a minute, considering only five years ago, she could not even run up the stairs to her room without tripping or missing a step. She needed to think, to be alone, without anyone…without Edward. Just for an hour…just enough time for her to sort things through…
But you can't sort things through anymore, Bella. Her mind reminded her, rambling on with excessive worries. You are in Alaska, you've made your choice. You are with your new family and your husband who you love very much. That should be the only thing to think about…but…I seem to be forgetting something…there's something I'm forgetting. Something…
Bella ran to her closet, enormous and extremely unnecessary, and wandered her way to the back. Her closet was filled with millions of dresses and designer outfits that Alice and Rosalie just had to get for her new body. When she was finally able to reach the very back wall of her closet, there rested a cardboard box…one she did not recognize.
She immediately pushed the closet door closed and lifted out the box with ease. She broke the duct tape that held the top closed and peered what was inside. In the package was memorabilia. Memorabilia of her life—the life she tried to remember and eventually…forgot.
First, she pulled out an old ratty teddy bear, then a picture of her mother, her father, then several photos of vacations, some old books she read as a child…
How can I not remember? That has to be my Mother…and that has to be my Father! Why can't I remember them? Why? I must have loved them…must have…
She threw down her old belongings and held her legs close to her chest, trying to remember…trying to remember something…anything…
As hard as she tried and as hard as she wished, she couldn't remember.
It's only been five years, I should remember something
She started rocking herself, weeping tearless sobs when she heard the door suddenly creak. Edward peeked his head inside the doorway, unsure if she should be alone for much longer. He peered down at the box and its contents, shaking his head in sudden guilt.
"I'm sorry, Bella" Edward stated, now walking into the room.
She looked up from her knees and retorted harsher then she meant. "Why are you sorry?"
He sat down next to her, gazing into her eyes attentively. Her heart would have skipped beats if she had one. "I hid those boxes"
Bella felt herself take in unnecessary air. "Why…why would you do such a thing?" She asked, clinging back to her legs once again.
Edward pried her legs apart and took her in his arms. He brushed her hair, now luscious and never matted. "I thought maybe if you forgot about your parents you wouldn't be tempted to visit them…and I thought if you stared at all of these things everyday for the rest of your life—well, eternity—you would regret your decision. Love, I couldn't stand to see you in that kind of pain…you have to understand" He pleaded serenely.
She nodded and sighed. She immediately rose to her feet and ignored the contents on the floor.
"I do. I just wish I remembered something…"
Edward grinned apologetically. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her like a child. "You know, you're quite heavier now"
Bella couldn't help but let out a small giggle. It felt nice after such an emotional blow.
"Let's just go downstairs and join the others, okay?" She suggested. He carried her all the way down to her new family who she would forever love.