...Wow. Thanks for that fantastic feedback. It was unexpected, but very much appreciated :)

Yes, this pretty much is going to be just letters, not really a story. More are coming. Expect about six? At least. Maybe more, but don't quote me on that.

Anyways, thanks, and keep it up! It makes me feel so good hearing from people who have read what I've written!

Dear Edward,

It's me, again. I didn't think I would write again. But I think you should know that I'm not the same. Charlie said so. I never go out, all I do is mope. But I didn't do that before you, either.

'Before you'. That's how I tell time now, I guess. Before you, during you, and now, after you. I like during you the best.

You're my best friend. No, don't tell Alice I said that. My best male friend. Or atleast my closest.

No, no, that's not right. You were. This is after you.

It's hard not think of you. Everything reminds me of you. I know you wanted me to forget you. That was the idea when you left without a trace, I think. And it's hard. Life without you is hard.

Do you remember how I would tell you that you were amazing and that you weren't a monster? 'Yeah, but I killed people,' you said, and I told you, 'Only the bad ones'. I loved you. I loved you with all my fucking heart, and you left! You couldn't love me anymore!

I don't curse. You know that. I'm not angry at you, Edward, love. I'm not angry. I don't even think I'm sad. I'm devoid of all real feelings. I'm not angry at you, love.

In my head, I differentiate between you and Angela and Jess by my human friends and then just the Cullens. When I thought about my 'human' friends, I laughed, because I only have human friends now. I laughed in the middle of Calculus. I think there's something not right with me.

I don't know if I can call them friends anymore, though. Not like Alice... oh, Alice. You took her away, too. I miss her. But it doesn't hurt to think of her.

Will you come back? You don't have to do anything, or be with me or anything like that. Just come back, tell me the truth, that you hate me. Because I think… I think somewhere in me, I'm not sure. I told you I wasn't myself. Not all of me accepted that you hate me. You don't want me, that's fine, I can live with that. I can't guarantee to you about the quality of that life, but I promise I can get on with it.

I'm sorry. I won't bother you with this. You shouldn't have to think of me and my wants while you're gone. That's not right. Goodbye, I love– well, you don't need to hear that either.

Bella