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Chapter 5:

"Mommy," said Renesmee, finding her on the floor of her room, playing with the doll that her father got her. I looked at her and she looked serious. "I don't think I want to hear the rest of the story."

I nodded, sitting next to her. "It's okay. What story do you want hear now?"

Renesmee shook her head. "I think I'll just sleep for tonight," she said, not looking at me.

That was strange. She hasn't gone without a bedtime story since her father died, unless she was at a sleep over, which was rare. She was afraid to leave me alone at home. "Are you sure, baby?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"Yeah, Momma," she answered quietly. "But I still want you to stay with me until I sleep. I want Daddy to smile again."

I arched my eyebrows. "You've been dreaming about Daddy again?"

She nodded, putting her doll down. Renesmee crawled into my lap and wrapped her arms around me. "Yes. You've been crying in you're sleep and Daddy isn't happy. He doesn't smile," she mumbled. "He said that thinking about him makes you sad. He said he doesn't like it when you cry."

My mouth twitched at that. He told me before he died that seeing me cry didn't make him happy. He hated to see me cry. He wanted me to be happy--the both of us--and that's why he married me. So we would be happy. He said that he couldn't live with himself if I cried over him.

"But when I think of him, I'm happy," I half lied. Thinking of him did make me happy, but then again, it made me sad as much as it made me happy to think of our beautiful past that we had together.

"Mommy," she said, looking up at me.

I stopped her. "I am happy, Renesmee," I said again, not trying to convince only herself this time. "End of discussion. It's time for you to sleep."

She sighed and I picked her up. I tucked her into her bed and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want me to hum you Daddy's lullaby?" Edward made a lullaby for her when she was a few months old since she was having a hard time sleeping. It always put her to sleep right away.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Okay, now close your eyes," I said, touching her cheek. I started humming and then adding a little bit of my own words to the song. "Sleep, sweet baby..."

She was deep in sleep by the time I got to the second verse. I kept humming the lullaby still, remembering the time after Edward's death. I hummed that song a lot during that time. That time was so painful for me; every once in a while, the horrible memory played over in my mind like a nightmare. It was so painful; the memory was like reliving that time.

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Three days after Edward's funeral, I had to go to his office and retrieve all of his belongings. I followed a man, one of Edward's coworkers, and he brought me to Edward's office. He said something about sending everything to me in a box and how Edward wouldn't like it if we did. I didn't understand a word he was saying because I wasn't paying attention to him.

"Well, here's his room," the guy said, opening a door. I looked in and saw a picture of Edward, Renesmee, and me on a desk. I immediately knew that it was his room. There was something about the room that made me know that this room belonged to him. It had the feeling of... Edward. "If you need anything," he added as I walked into the room, "call me. I'll be down the hall." I didn't reply and heard him close the door.

I was alone in Edward's work room.

I went to Edward's desk and picked up the picture of the three of us. I smiled slightly and ran my fingers over Edward's face. He was smiling in that picture, looking like a God. I, suddenly, felt a ping of pain in my chest and saw droplets of water on the picture. I was crying.

I haven't cried yet since he died.

The realization of everything just came to me then.

Edward was gone and he wasn't ever coming back.

I couldn't believe it then.

I rushed to get home and looked around. I check our bedroom, our kitchen, the bathroom--everywhere in the house. Then I checked at Carlisle who said that I shouldn't do this to myself. The last place that I checked was with Renesmee. He wasn't there.

A wave of emotion fell over me.

I went to the river that was near Edward's father's home. He had mentioned to me that it was his favorite place to escape. By now, I was crying. I haven't cried for him yet. I haven't taken in his death until now. I finally took in the fact that he was gone and never coming back.

That didn't stop me from begging him not to leave me.

"E-Edward!" I cried, going to my knees at the river bed. "Don't leave me! Please!" I put my face into the grass and grabbed the grass. "Don't leave me, Edward!"

I started hitting the ground and looked up at the sky. The day was ending. The sky was started to change colors. So beautiful, but yet so hideous.

"You promised! Edward!" I screamed, pulling grass from the ground. I threw it at the sky. It barely left my hand before floating gently to the ground. "Damn it, Edward! Damn it to hell! You promised you wouldn't leave me! You promised!" I hit the ground again. "You promised that you wouldn't leave me behind!"

I felt hands on my shoulders, then I heard soft, gentle words asking me to just go home. I didn't know who it was, but I didn't really care. I was so mad and so sad at the same time.

Edward was gone. He wasn't here anymore. He wasn't anywhere anymore. He was gone and I was never going to see him again.

Never again.

Everyday that I woke up without Edward in the world in the month after my realization pissed me off. Why was the day coming? Why were the people smiling and laughing? Why did the TV tell me the weeks fucking weather?

When Edward died, why didn't the whole world die with him?

I remembered something that my uncle told me one day.

Some people were needed and others weren't.

That was a lie.

No one was needed in the damn world. The day would go on, not caring who lived or died. No one was needed. Men, women, kids... No one was needed. Not even Edward or me. The day would just go on.

I, then, knew that was why everyone was looking for love, looking for someone to need them and want them. It was because the whole world didn't need them. They needed to look in other useless beings to be needed. It was how we were taught to live, from parent to child.

I found the one that I loved, wanted, and needed, but then the world decides to take him from me. He was my someone that I loved, wanted, and needed. But he wasn't so important to be kept on the Earth. He was just thrown away when he wasn't needed anymore.

But was he ever needed by anyone but me?

I would never know.

I didn't remember much about what happened during the month previous to Edward's passing, only pain and suffering. I did remember one day, though. I was flipping through the channels, not watching or paying attention. I was just flipping through the channels.

"Look at these ra--"

Click.

"I think you--"

Click.

"You want to see him again... your husband." I stopped and stared at the screen. I didn't see anything, but I did hear something about seeing her husband. "He wants to see you again, yes, but you need to stop crying..."

I stood up and said aloud, "I want to see Edward."

I saw the round face of our Renesmee before I turned from her. I walked to the front door and slipped my feet into my shoes. Then I left. I heard a little voice but I couldn't make out the words. I just thought the voice was in my head.

I walked to the park where Edward, Renesmee, and I used to come to. There was a big lake in the middle of the park where we came to swim once. It was beautiful at the time, but now that Edward wasn't here, everything looked so ugly and gray.

I leaned on the railing as I stood on the dock over the lake. I stared at the water, wanting to see him again.

Where can we meet again? I thought to him. Maybe I should follow you next time I see you.

Then I saw a person's face in the water. My face lightened up when I knew it was Edward's. I stretched out to reach him, hearing his voice in my ears. "Ms. Klutz."

"Mommy!" a child yelled. I jerked up straight and turned around. I saw a little girl crying as she laid face first in the ground. She tripped. I walked towards her, but then a woman ran towards her and picked her up. "Mommy!" The child held onto the mother as she continued crying.

"Oh, it's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm here now."

Renesmee...

I gasped. I started running home.

Renesmee...

When was the last time I spoke to her? I haven't heard her voice at all. What did I do about the meals? Carlisle came a few times, but... It's all blank! I can't remember!

Renesmee!

I threw the door open when I got home. She was sitting against the wall, sleeping. My eyes widened as she twitched awake. She looked up at me and smiled. She rubbed her eyes and stood up.

"Hi, Mommy," she said, quietly. "Welcome home."

"I'm... I--" I started crying. I rushed to her and got on my knees. I took her into my arms and held her against my chest. She didn't hug me back. "I'm sorry, Renesmee! I'm sorry! I'm home! I'm so sorry! Momma's home!"

I hated myself at that moment. I always had to mess up at least once to fix myself. It's the only way I learn.

"I'm sorry you had to wait, Renesmee! I'm sorry!" I sobbed. She still didn't hold hug me back. "Thank you, Renesmee! Thank you for waiting for me!"

That was when she started crying. She wrapped her tiny arms around me as much as she could and hugged me. I kept apologizing and promising that this would never happen again.

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The next morning, Renesmee woke up after me. I didn't get much sleep, but I was glad Renesmee did. When she woke up, she stretched and looked up at me.

"Morning, Mommy," she said, quietly. I smiled at her and whispered a reply to her. She put her head on my chest and yawned. I ran my fingers through her locks like Edward did to me before.

We sat there for a while, quietly. I thought of Edward and what I was going to make for breakfast for Renesmee. Today was a different day for some reason. I felt so much better than what I had felt in the last few days.

"Mommy," said my beautiful baby, gazing up at me with emerald eyes like her father's, "do you ever think about seeing Daddy again?"

I was slightly surprised by her question. Yes, of course I always thought of seeing him again. However, I didn't want to see him through the actions of that one day. I didn't want to leave my child yet, like my parents did--my parents didn't leave me voluntarily, though. I couldn't leave my daughter and have her suffer like I did.

"It's amazing how lost you'll get," I said, smiling down at her, "to find your own answers. I'm still looking for the right answer to that question."

She looked at me, confused. I grinned, sheepishly. "When you grow up, you'll understand."

She nodded. "Okay." She paused, thinking for another question. Then she asked me, "Can we eat now?" I laughed.

"Of course, of course. Let's go eat."

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