Bella POV

I returned home that evening after hiding the letters in Rosalie's BMW.

My gut wrenched. Should I have done that? What if they are annoyed I contacted them?

I told Edward I loved him. I do. Do I? But things will never be the same again. I will always love him. I just hope I didn't anger the family. I really miss Emmett; I know he would never have wanted to leave. Alice, her departure, besides Edward's, hurt the most.

She was my best friend. Emphasis on was. Carlisle and Esme were like parents to me, and they upped and left without a goodbye. Years I have sat thinking of what I had done to make them disown me. It dawned on me, after all this time. I was just a distraction for Edward. He told me when he was breaking up with me that his kind gets distracted, and that was how he would diminish his memory of me. I should have thought this through, the more and more I thought about it, the more upset I became. I was upset in an angry way. I should have never put Rosalie down as a guardian, or Emmett. What on earth was I thinking? They didn't want me! But this isn't about me, it's about Masen. I mentally argued over this until I was interrupted.

"Chill out Bella, you wanted to say goodbye. You had a right to." My friend Libby said to me, knowing I was doubting my decision. Libby was the owner of the children's home I helped set up with the profit of Rosalie's donation. I sold my apartment in the city to live my last moments here with Masen, allowing him to settle in.

The past few days had been very exhausting, the doctors were correct when they predicted that my body would slowly exhaust itself out trying to fight off the cancer. My lungs wheezed as they were pressured, and my heart beat was lower than a healthy human. I sighed. As much as I wanted to stay and see Masen grow up, I knew it was time to go soon.

I lay back on the bed in my own room, looking up at the ceiling, gradually drifting into a heavy sleep.

There were trees all around me, it was nearing night time. In front of me stood a beautiful pale man, with

Golden mesmerising eyes and messy bronze hair. it was my Edward.

"Bella we are leaving Forks" He said in a monotone voice. His face showing no sign of emotion

"Okay I'm going to have to tell Charlie-

"No Bella" he cut me off. His face still blank. What was going on? Then it clicked he was leaving me.

"When I say we, I mean my family and I..." I trailed into a whisper... no. no he can't leave...no...

"Yo..You Don.. Don't wa... Want me? I stuttered...

"No" he sharply replied. So quick, as if he already knew the answer. He didn't want me.

it felt like I was being dragged to the ground...

I woke myself up screaming. It was 6pm, I always finish of the nightmare of Edward leaving, and it always ends when Sam finds me. Yet this time it stopped at when he said no. He didn't want me. This was my conscious telling me I shouldn't have written to him. How could I be so stupid! He didn't want me then and no doubt he wouldn't want anything to do with me now.

I buried my head into the pillow, soaking it with my pathetic tears. Get a grip Bella he left 10 years ago!

"Mom, Libby has made us some lasagne for dinner. Coming downstairs?" Masen stood in the doorway, with his makeshift cape draped around his neck. I giggled and just like that all the pain was gone. Masen ran over to me and hugged me.

"Mom I love you. Even if dad left. I love you don't you love me?" his eyes looked troubled. I kissed him on the forehead.

"Sweetie don't you ever doubt how much I love you. You are the most important thing that's ever happened to me."

He paused and smiled. Then he pulled a face. "I hate dad for leaving you. He is an ass! " His hand shot in front of his mouth.

"Masen Jasper Swan mind your language!" I lectured him, and then giggled again. He probably picked it up off his "dad" Jake. Masen knew that he wasn't his real dad, but before the imprint Jake was always looking after Masen, and treat him as his own. Of course Masen thinks that I cry because Jake left. I never told him that the Edward Cullen was his mother's only love. It would only ever confuse him. I wasn't being secretive, I knew what was best for my son, and I know he will the take a disliking to the family for leaving. I could not turn my son against my old family. The ones I loved. Used to love.

"Bella... You have a visitor." Libby shifted in the door way, she looked uneasy, and very nervous. Who knew I lived here that actually wanted to see me?

I walked downstairs and opened the front door. I was in agony, my arms curled around my stomach as I was already looking down. I looked up, to be met with a set of golden eyes.

I couldn't believe my eyes. There stood in front of me, was a tall muscly man, pale skin and dark short hair. He was well built, over towering me in his size. I looked into his eyes again, they were so beautiful, yet pained, I followed my gaze down his features, to full sized lips, lightly stained with a hint of red.

Em...Emmett?" I stuttered. This was a dream; I hadn't woken up yet surely.

"Hey Bells..." He replied.