Okay, so I really do have an excuse as to why the ending is being posted 37 years later. Honestly, I write everything down first on paper, any paper, including scraps lying around. But I'm also a disorganized mess, and I actually misplaced the ending... In fact, I only found the second out of three pages that the ending is written on. So, I tried to fill in the holes, but I closed this chapter of Twilight letters in my mind so I found it increasingly difficult. Therefore, the ending is a lot shorter then I'd initially intended. But at least I ended it.

Here you go. I'm really sorry. Hope it's not a complete disappointment.

Edward's catlike eyes, which were already adjusted to any darkness there could be, scanned Bella's room as she peacefully snored beside him on the bed. It looked as if nothing had changed. He paced for a moment around the room, studying everything, committing everything to memory so that he would never, in another hundred years, forget it.

As he walked, he realized he felt a slight pull towards her desk. Quietly, he pulled the drawer out slowly. There were scattered pens and pencils, a notebook, some colored pencils, and a scarf, but the thing that caught his attention was a stack of yellow loose leaf paper, folded together. Swiftly he unfolded the paper and scanned the letters written in haste and angst.

It took every ounce of willpower to not jump out of her window. Infact, he had the letters in one hand and the other on the sill. But then, she rolled over – she rolled over on her side and muttered his name. She uttered his name and the same feeling that went through him the first time he heard it went through him again. Then a string of words followed.

"Dont go, don't go, don't go," she moaned through the wall of her hair. "Don't leave me." She curled up in her blanket securely. It was hard to understand what came next, but Edward could hear it. Of course Edward could heart it. "Edward, please stay, I love you."

And he found he couldn't leave the sleeping angel beside him. Gently, he lied next to her and listened to her heart pump blood, calming her down when her sleep talking got too loud. He wouldn't leave again, he decided. With all the loathing he felt for himself, he slowly stroked her arm. He left a destructive wake behind him in his path wherever he went. He had taken a beautiful creature – with capability to love, and given her a reason for misery.

And whenever she whimpered, he calmed her by whispering to her in soothing tones. "Sh, love, I'm here, I'll never leave you again. I love you, Bella, sh, I'm right here..."

Thios lasted all morning, until the sleeping angel woke up. And that was the last time Edward willingly thought of the letters – he shoved them out of his head, refusing to feel the angst again, however deserving he felt it was.