Crying is not a usual occurrence for me. I try my hardest not to, actually. The fact that no tears ever fall usually upsets me, reminding me of myself yet again. But it was not to be stopped. It was my fault—everything.

"Rose, you didn't know…baby, don't cry" Emmett put his arm around me. He always hated seeing me upset. It seemed to tear at his dead heart as much as it did mine. Because of me, Edward was halfway around the world, asking for death, pleading. Bella was not dead. I knew. Alice knew. Only Edward did not, and to him, a world without Bella wasn't worth his time. There was no way to contact him, so all we could do is wait. Wait, watching each hour tick away, watching the hands of the gold clock above the fireplace. Alice and Bella were on their way to Italy, Volturra, right now. They would get there. But the question hanging over all of our heads—would they get there in time. Alice called often, updating me on specifics, visions. Not much changed. As it was, the Volturi had refused to give him death. So, he saw only one option—forcing them to kill him. He knew which rules of theirs to break—and there really was only one rule. He would reveal our secret, somehow. Alice and Bella were en route to Europe, Edward was there. I was in little Forks, Washington, shaking with dry sobs that racked my body violently, with Emmett by my side, as he always was, and still is. Before that time, I had never liked Bella much. But it's funny. How losing somebody, or believing you have, can change everything. After that, I no longer hated her. I may had been jealous. She had humanity and the man she loved. But I did not hate her.

"Do you think they'll be okay? Really, do you?" I cried. He bit his bottom lip, looking at me contemplatively for a long moment.

"Yes. I really do." I sighed. It was some comfort hearing him say this, but not enough. The guilt still stung, eating away at me from the inside out. If it weren't for me, we would all be together, even Bella, once again. We would be happy. Another shriek of agony escaped my lips. Emmett held me closer, whispering in my ear, singing almost silently in his beautiful, deep, but soft and angelic, voice.

"Darling you send me…I know you send me…Darling you send me…Honest you do, honest you do, Honest you do…
You thrill me…I know you, you, you thrill me…Darling you, you, you thrill me
Honest you do…At first I thought it was infatuation, But oh, it's lasted so long…Now I find myself wanting, To marry you and take you home…" it was barely more than a whisper. There, I was a close to sleep as was possible for me. I sighed, party in pleasure, partly in sadness. A wistful sadness, thinking. So much had happened. In less than a year, my brother had fallen in love with a human, we had left Forks, we had returned to Forks, and Edward now saw no reason in the world. Poor Edward…

"They'll come…think about something else…" he whispered

"Like what?" and we just sat, thinking of the same thing, probably; our lives together up to that point, and what our lives would be like after…