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I enter my bedroom as the memories of Bella flood my mind.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in her lingering scent, falling face forward on the bed that still stands in the room, having yet to get rid of it.

I breathe in again, relishing in her memory.

I remember how I took out the engagement ring, how I knelt and asked Bella to marry me, how her eyes watered and her face shone.

How much I wish I could go back to that moment.

I reached out and took the pillow from under my face. I held it tight to my chest, holding back a scream.

I shouldn't be here, on the verge of breaking down again. I should be with Renesmee, on what might be my last day with her.

Sighing, I get up from my fetal position, darting through the doors and down the stairs, towards Renesmee.

"Wait, Edward." Rosalie calls from upstairs.

"Yes, Rosalie?"

Thoughts about a book bag flashed in her mind and I followed her, curious.

Up the stairs, and into her room we went. She rummaged in her closet for a moment before producing a small, dark green, book-bag.

"For Renesmee. Just in case."

She threw the bag at me and I quickly unzipped it. It contained a number of papers and large bundles of hundred-dollar bills.

I understood, nodding.

"Thank you, Rosalie."

"Anything for my little niece." she said, smiling slightly.

After placing the bag in my room, we make our way back to Renesmee.

Jacob was holding her as she drank from a metal cup.

She saw me and handed the cup to Jacob, reaching out for me.

I quickly gathered her into my arms and noticed how long her hair had gotten. She was defiantly growing, no doubt about that.

She put a hand to my neck, and an image sprouted in my mind of Kate, Carmen, and Eleazar.

"I don't know where they are." I glance at Jacob, but he only shrugs. I hope they would be here in time for the battle.

"I like Carmen." Renesmee says, in that clear, bell-like voice of hers. She grins.

"Well, she likes you too." I tell her, a small smile touching my lips.

"Who wouldn't? You're awesome, Renesmee." Jacob says, beaming.

"I will have to agree." I say, nodding.

Renesmee blushes, and hides in her hair, greatly reminding me of Bella.

I kiss her head and hug her tight.

I will keep her alive. I thought. I will.