He's gone. Will I see him again? I thought in anguish.
Damien had gone with Jane and Alec to go back to Volterra. I knew it was all a lie. Jane just wanted Damien to be there with her; making his return to me impossible. How it would be impossible was quite unclear. I tried to think more clearly, believing and trusting that Damien would come back. I could bet my life on it. I thought determinedly. He will come back. I know it. But…how soon?
Just stop it! I scolded myself.
Damien will keep his word and that's that.

"Carlisle," Alice said after a moment of silence. "Should we go now? Since what's done is done. Damien will be back soon. Maybe even sooner than we think," Alice said her eyes wavered to me.
"Of course, Emmett and Rosalie should already be at home. And Edward probably took her to our house." Carlisle said, contemplating things.
"Alright, Morgan, let's go home." Alice said, smiling sadly. She grabbed my hand and gently led me out the door.
I snatched my hand back my hand.

"Alice, if you think I'm going to be a mindless zombie and walk around like my world is ending, you can forget it. I know for a fact—and I bet you do too—that Damien will come back. I don't need to be led like a lost sheep." I said.

"I know. And I'm sorry if it seemed like that, but I had something to tell you." She explained.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Damien—based on his current decision—may come back by as late as next Wednesday." Alice said.
"Not too long of a wait, then?" I asked hopefully.
"No," Alice said, "but, that vision was only based on his current decision. I'm not saying that his decision will change—I'm positive that it will not—but maybe something unforeseen could keep him held up there. Just don't get your hopes up, Morgan, if he doesn't return by next week. Alright?"Alice lectured.
I sighed but nodded.

"Great. Now, we might as well go home since everyone is there. Maybe we can have an after party or something. Ooh…that's a good idea!" Alice cried.
"I guess…"
With Damien leaving I don't see what there is to celebrate about.

Alice dragged me—again—to her Porsche.

"Morgan, trust me, one party with me and you'll be dying for the next one!!" Alice said happily.

Maybe this could help me get my mind off of him.
I thought.
Who knew? Maybe Damien would be back before I knew it.

(Damien's Point of View)

"Tell me, Jane. What was the real reason for you to bring me here?" I demanded.
She shrugged innocently.
"Well, as my brother plainly stated, if you didn't come and he took me back, I'd just come right back to get you again." She said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes.
Honestly, I wanted to spend this time with my wife right now.
Not stuck in the same place that has been haunting me.
I wonder how Morgan's doing…

I need her. I really do.
I have to escape somehow and quick before—

"Damien, Damien, Damien…" I heard a voice.
I already knew who it was but I looked anyway.
"Hello, Aro." I said sourly.

"We apologize for ruining your wedding day, but Jane has gone out of sorts lately. Rampaging, throwing tantrums, and screaming because she wanted you back here." He said.
"Whoa, wait…I can leave though, right?"
Aro looked at me as if I were crazy.

"Jane, you didn't tell him?"
Jane shrugged.
"It was supposed to be out of free will, Jane." Aro scolded.
"I know but I…if I told him that, he'd be leaving by tomorrow!!" Jane cried.

"Does this mean…I can't leave after all?" I said, my voice quivering in shock.

(Morgan's Point of View)

"Come on, Morgan! You at least have to dance to one song," Alice said, motioning to the stereo.
"I'll pass," I said. "I'm going up to my room." I said quietly.
Alice, staring at me worriedly, didn't refuse.
"Morgan," I heard a deeper voice behind me as I walked up the stairs.

"What?" I asked, flipping around.
It was Edward gazing at me with worried eyes.
"He'll be back. Don't worry." He said.
I nodded slowly.

I continued up to my room and stood against the wall.
I sat at my desk and pulled out a tattered notebook that I'd found in the drawer.
Maybe I could write in here and record each day I have to wait.
I thought about this. It would be a good distracting thing to shield me from the nights alone…

The worst part of the whole experience was, I was supposed to be alone on my honeymoon right now.
Damien—wanting it to be a surprise—didn't tell me where the location was, but wherever he took me, it didn't matter as long as I was with him.

I grabbed a pencil and began to write.

June 18th.

I only decided to write in this thing to console myself while I patiently wait for Damien's return. Everyone else is downstairs. I decided to skip the after party. I didn't feel up to it. I feel like a part of me—namely my heart—has been ripped out of my chest. Without Damien…I don't know what I'll do. But, he is coming back. Alice even said so. If I focus on that fact…I think I'll be okay.

"Morgan?"
I looked up abruptly from the journal.
"Yes?"
"May I come in?" the voice asked.

"Of course," I said, "come on in."
Alice walked in her face grave and slightly paler than usual.
"I don't want to worry you, but it's just that based on Aro—you know from the Volturi—based on Aro's decision, Damien may not be able to even come back."