Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Now that many of you are very happy because of Edward's return, I'd like to share with you his point of view during these events. Sorry this came so late, but I've had hectic week. Enjoy!

Driving to Alaska was pure torture. Even driving at unreasonable speeds, getting from Washington to Alaska took time. I wasn't driving, so there was nothing to occupy my time. All I could do was stare out the window and think.

My main thoughts focused on how I was going to find Brendon. I had already concluded that I was going to kill him; there was no doubt in my mind about that. But the trouble now was finding him. After kidnapping a girl and killing her, he was probably going to try and lie low for awhile, so it could take some time to find him. I tried to find a starting point on where to begin looking.

But there was something else that kept nagging at the back of my mind. It was something I didn't want to think about, and that I didn't need to think about, but something I was extremely afraid of none the less. I was afraid of forgetting.

As a mythical creature, I had better than average memory. I could tell you the address of any of the numerous houses I had lived in over the past hundred years. I could recite each and every of the plays in the entire works of Shakespeare at a moments notice. I had only to play a composition on an instrument once to remember it for years to come.

So why was I afraid that I would forget Bella? Why was I so afraid that I would never be able to bring forth her face, her smile, her voice, from the depths of my memory? All my past experience and knowledge was telling me that I would not ever be able to forget Bella. So why was I afraid that she was going to leave me?

As if hearing my thoughts, Jasper turned to me from the front seat and filled me with a strange calmness. I knew I should not be calm, which brought more panic to me, at the same time he tried to calm me again. It was an odd mix of tranquility and fear.

"Stop it Jasper," I said when I couldn't take it any more, "You're not helping."

"Well you started it. Do you know how difficult it is to sit in this car with you? I want go and throw myself off a cliff right now. Your depression mixed with everyone else's is bombarding me at every second, and I'm helpless to do anything. I wish I could have taken my own car…"

I suddenly felt very guilty for what he had said. I was making everyone else miserable too. Not only that, but they were already miserable themselves. Alice had said it before, we had all lost Bella, she was no longer a sister, and friend, a love, she was really gone. And all I was doing was rubbing it in.

"You know," Jasper said, "The guilt isn't any better than the depression. I still feel like I want to kill myself, but now I want to say sorry beforehand. Can't you think of something happy, like kittens or flowers or something?"

"No," was my simple answer.

Jasper grumbled something to himself and mumbled 'fine' before turning around. Alice, who was driving, had been silent for the whole ride. It took me this long to realize that her usually bubbly personality had been crushed. When she told me that she was no longer having visions, I was skeptical, but she had been telling the truth. Everything that she had once been was gone. Her face was like stone, it never changed to show emotion. This had hurt her almost as much as it had hurt me.

When we finally arrived in Denali, we were all officially about to go insane. Jasper's constant emotional battles, my depression at the thoughts of everyone around me, Alice's constant silence and occasional sob, we all wanted to run in the opposite direction of each other. Stepping out of the car on Lester Drive was as joyous an occasion as it could be. Much to our surprise, Lilly was standing on the front porch.

"Lilly, it's good to see you. Did you know we were coming?" Esme asked. But Lilly raised a finger to her lips, asking for our silence. We gave her quizzical looks, but didn't ask. Sometimes Lilly was like this, her mood swings were legend.

We all walked inside, leaving the luggage in the cars. Irina was pacing in the living room, and Tanya was trying to calm her down. Evander was just watching the entire ordeal with a bored look, but something like panic lied behind his eyes. When we walked in, Tanya stopped talking to Irina and came over to us.

"Oh thank God you're here. Please tell Irina to stop her worrying! She's driving us insane!" She pleaded with us. Irina quickly stepped in.

"I have a perfectly good reason for worrying! That hussy could be doing who knows what to my cupcake right now!" she whined. Lilly suddenly ran in.

"Don't you call her a hussy! She's one of my best friends! No offence Alice..." Alice just starred at the floor. Everyone's thoughts were too jumbled and confused to comprehend, so I just tuned it out. Lilly continued, "And cupcake? Could you not come up with a better name? I would have at least used sugar muffin or something!"

"Sugar muffin?! You are honestly the most childish person I have ever met! No wonder he chose me over you! If you ever-"

"Both of you stop it!" Tanya yelled at the two girls. And they both turned away from each other, and Lilly even crossed her arms. Evander took the moment of silence to cut in.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asked us, waving an arm toward the couches. We all moved quietly to the seats as Irina stormed upstairs. Once we were all sitting, Tanya asked quietly to Lilly,

"Is she back yet?" Lilly shook her head.

"No, I couldn't hear or see her. They must have gone out really far. I'm getting worried, they've been gone for almost three days…" Tanya just sighed and looked over to us.

"Sorry for the mood, we're kind of in the middle of a crisis." It seemed that she finally looked at us then. Her eyes went up and down each of our figures, resting on our faces for only a moment each.

"What happened? You look like hell. Somebody die?" And then Alice burst into tearless sobs. Jasper began to comfort her, Emmett looked like he was about to smack Tanya, Esme's head had fallen into her hands, and Carlisle was gently rubbing her back. Rose just stared at the floor. I quickly scanned her thoughts.

"Maybe we should leave. Not because we don't love them, but because I don't think any of us can handle this much longer. If I left, Emmett would follow. Edward would hate me for eternity though…" and she glanced over at me. When she saw me looking, she quickly turned back to the floor. "Sorry…" she thought.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Rosalie." I said to her, getting out of my seat. The entire family looked to me then, and I started for the door. I stopped a few paces away from them. "You don't have to leave. I will. I'm just making everything worse for everyone."

"It's my fault all this happened anyway. If I had never left her in the first place, she would still be here. If I hadn't left, everything would be okay. If I hadn't left-"

"You can't blame yourself for this Edward." Alice said quietly, and I turned to her. Her face remained emotionless, but there was fire in her eyes. "You didn't kill Bella, Brendon did. So don't you dare tell yourself that her death is your fault."

"Wait a second, are you talking about Bella and Brendon?" Tanya asked. Everyone in the room, with the exception of Evander who was still starring out the window, suddenly was completely focused on her.

"How do you know Brendon?" Carlisle asked, but as Tanya was about to answer, Evander whispered,

"She's back."

Everyone looked to him, and then to the door as we heard the handle being turned. And then through the door appeared a hallucination of the greatest degree.

Bella, more beautiful than she had ever been, walked quietly thought the door, the moonlight framing her from the outside. Her eyes were to the floor, and her face was filled with sadness, but she had never been more stunning. I looked her up and down, and her appearance was striking. He clothes were torn and frayed, showing the skin on her arms and legs. Her hair glistened in the few moments that the moonlight hit it before she turned and closed the door. In her hand was an object, and at the same time I figured out what it was, so did Esme, and she let out a small gasp. But nothing could make this moment any more incredible. Seeing her standing before me, and I couldn't stop myself.

"Bella?" I whispered, afraid at her answer. Was she even real? Was this all a horrible and wonderful figment of my imagination? But no, Esme had seen her, the others did also. Bella's name was being repeated in all of their minds like a reel of film, it just kept running in an endless cycle.

Her body stiffened as she heard me. She seemed to deliberate for a moment before turning around to look at me. He eyes grew wide at the sight of all of us. She froze in place, and her gaze was suddenly on me. She looked me in the eyes, held onto them for what seemed to be an immeasurable amount of time, and I noticed with a start that they were pitch black.

Then suddenly she collapsed onto the floor in hysterics. The entire family was in shock, no one moved or said a word. I hadn't even realized that I was moving until I was standing beside her. I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her, and for the first time in a long time, I felt whole.

Sitting there on the floor, Bella sobbing uncontrollably with not a single tear rolling down her perfect face, holding her in my arms, I felt better than I had in months. I felt…happy. The feeling I had when I read her letter was nothing compared to this. For years I thought I had understood the emotion of love, I had seen it portrayed and acted out by numerous individuals. But now I knew the feeling, and it was a thousand times better than anything I had seen or heard. Every clichéd thought of romance flew through my mind, but none adequately described the emotion I felt at this very moment. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was saying something.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" she was muttering between sobs. I ran my hand up and down her back. She just shook her head and kept muttering apologies.

"Bella, there is nothing to be sorry about. Please stop crying Bella. I love you Bella, everything is going to be okay."

Her sobs continued, but slowed as she looked up at me. Her face, so perfect was filled with hope and confusion as she spoke to me.

"Say it again."

"What?"

But she didn't respond, for I knew the words she wanted to hear.

"I love you Bella."

Awwww, don't you love happness? This is not the end, there are a few chapters to go in which I would like to wrap some thing s up. Again, sorry this came late, but a busy week mixed with writing up the start of my new story (which may be up soon) has kept me busy. Please REVIEW! That little purple button is calling to you, you know it is...