So I was thinking about the part in New Moon where Edward, Bella, and Alice have just returned from their encounter with the Volturi and see the rest of the Cullens. Edward is angry with Rosalie, but Esme says something along the lines of, "Don't, she feels terrible." Now Edward could never understand how Rosalie feels, but what if Rosalie did really feel terrible? This is my fanfiction from Part One called Gone.

Part Two

Rosalie

Esme and I sat together for the remainder of the night, hardly speaking , but as content as we could be in this situation. It was funny, no matter the situation Esme could always calm me and help me feel relaxed. You could call it love and I always knew that, even before I met her, but it is one thing to imagine it and another to feel it. I had to leave for the hospital in a little while, but I was contemplating calling in sick. I never got a sick day anyway and I needed to be with my family.

She seemed so brave, Esme did, and it wasn't a rare thing to see and I was always right there with her. But usually, she was scared though she would never show it. We both on masks in these tough situations and the outcome always worked out. But not right now. Right now we were given one of the hardest to deal with. Yes, I had dealt with my transformation from human to vampire; my choice to change Edward; my choice to change Esme and Rosalie and Emmet--all very difficult. But I had made it out all right. Even those countless deaths that I could not prevent were hard, but losing people--especially those close to me--was undeniably impossibly hard. And now there was the possibility of losing three of those very special people in this life. Would I be ready to handle that? Even with Esme by my side, would I be prepared for the consequences? I am a strong man, vampire, whatever I am, but I wasn't as strong as everyone believed. I had my weaknesses like humans and that was the one thing I couldn't control so well.

"Carlisle, Esme," A quiet voice said from our doorway.

We both looked up. It was Rosalie. I hadn't even heard her come in.

"Yes, Rosalie?" Esme asked in her motherly tone.

"May I come in?" Her eyes looked sad and hurt--something very rare to see in her.

"Yes of course," I replied.

She walked in slowly and fluidly. She stopped as she neared us, running her hands through her hair briefly before speaking.

"I...this is all my fault," Her voice shook and her eyes were downcast.

"Oh darling, how could this possibly be any of your fault?" Esme stifled a laugh and reached for her hand, holding onto it. I could tell Esme did not believe for one moment that her daughter had done anything wrong. No matter how much Rosalie did not like Bella or Edward.

"I--." Her eyes flashed briefly to Esme's and then stayed locked on mine for the shortest amount of time before they looked down at the floor again.

Something must have been terribly wrong. Rosalie never acted like this.

"Rosalie," I tilted her chin up with my finger, "we won't be angry with you, I promise. We'll be understanding." And it was true. I could never truly stay angry with Rosalie for anything. She was my daughter, I had changed her, and I loved her, nothing could break that.

"I was the one who told Edward that Bella had jumped," She said, her voice emotionless.

"Rosalie, we already knew that you told him that. Edward just assumed that she was dead that's all. It's no one's fault," Esme's golden eyes were full of confusion. My eyes were as baffled as her expression.

"No, I also told him that Bella had committed suicide."

"But Rosalie, even though that is not true it does not mean that she actually was successful," Esme broke the brief silence.

"But it was deeply implied!" Her voice grew. "I was just so..so angry! I hated leaving Forks because of Bella and I hate this. I hate being cynical and rude all the time." She broke down and pulled her hand from Esme's in one quick motion.

"Rosalie--." I began. No tension or anger in my voice.

"I didn't directly say that she had died because I knew that the blame would be on me and I couldn't bear that because I'm too proud. But I knew that if I gave Edward any intention that she had killed herself then he would overreact like he always does and assume the worse--like he always does--and the blame would be on him for going to the Volturi not me." Her voice was strong and direct, but angry. She ran her fingers through her hair again in an agitated motion.

"And I'm sorry! So deeply sorry. It will all be my fault for his death, and Alice's, and Bella's. All mine! And I hate admitting that something is my fault and I know that none of this was ever Bella's. Nothing ever was. I hate not being grateful for the life that you've given me, Carlisle, and the unconditional love that I've been given from the both of you and my family, but I don't deserve it," She cried out.

I could definitely feel the tears that would not flow from our eyes. I could feel her frustration and anger and I was proud of her. So proud for admitting that and I've never been more proud of her in all my years of knowing her. And I knew that Esme felt the same way.

Rosalie hyperventilated as she sobbed tearlessly and in one swift motion, in unison, Esme and I pulled her in our arms and hugged her tightly.

Her sobbing quieted and she froze underneath our actions.

"I'm so proud of you, Rose," I whispered. "No parents could ever be more proud."

She pulled away to look at us dumbfounded.

"I don't. Understand," She managed to say through uneven breathing. "How cou--?"

"Because you admitted to it," Esme answered her half spoken question. "You owned up to what you did and your father and I know only half of what that must feel like for you and from what we feel, we know that was incredibly difficult for you to have admitted to all of this." Esme beamed at Rosalie, but Rosalie still seemed confused.

"Rose, we understand. Trust me we all understand," I smiled and brushed her hair away from her face as Esme kissed her on the cheek.

"We love you, sweetheart. Nothing that you can say or do would ever terminate that," Esme was still beaming at her and blinked in my direction.

"But I feel so terrible," Rosalie seemed to protest against our understanding.

Esme's gaze flashed back to Rosalie.

"Yes, darling, but there is nothing we can do about it now," Esme said more seriously.

"We can only hope for the best," I added turning my gaze to Esme.

What a wonderful wife I had. So beautiful, composed, and intelligent. I couldn't believe she saw the same in me. Even in that hole of darkness, even with Alice, Bella, and Edward possibly lost to us forever, I knew that everything would be okay. Furthermore, the mere fact that Rosalie had admitted her faults was indeed improvement and it gave both Esme and I hope for the future. Everything would definitely be okay.