Time: 1:56am(PST)

Gotta go sleep now. I got school in the morning.

Enjoy…

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(Emmett POV)

"How is she?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

Esme gave me a pained look, "no change."

I sighed.

"It's been over a week," Jasper reminded us all.

"Alice, can you see now how long it'll take her to be back to normal?" I asked Alice hopefully.

Alice had the same look Esme had and just shook her head.

"Just give her time," Edward said as he gripped my shoulder tightly.

I simply nodded in agreement.

* * *

I gently knocked on the door to mine and Rosalie's bedroom.

No answer… as usual.

"Rose?" I called as I slowly let the door creak open.

There she was laying rigidly on our bed, just as I last left her. I swiftly made my way to her side, sitting beside her.

I ran my fingers through her long hair, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

This was good, I was getting a response. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

She slowly opened her eyes and simply looked up at me, not saying a word.

This was expected, seeing as she hasn't spoken a word since they took him away.

I smiled at her hoping it would encourage her to finally speak. She gave me one last look before shutting her eyes again, she wrapped an arm around my legs as she rested her head onto my lap.

I gave a heavy sigh and continued to stroke her hair.

"Are you ready to come downstairs now?"

She didn't look up at me this time, she just shook her head into my lap and tightend her grip on me.

"Do you want to go hunting? You haven't gone in awhile. You must be thirsty."

Another shake of the head.

I knew I was going to regret this but I had to try…

"Rose, it's been a week… There's nothing we can do about what happened. I know you loved him, Rose. I loved him too… I mean I still love him, like he were my own. But… you just need to move on…"

This time there was no shake of the head, no tightening grip, no nothing.

I waited patiently.

I felt her grip on me loosen, without even so much as a glance she quickly flopped over now facing the other side of the room.

"Rose, I'm sorry," I quickly apologized.

I put a hand on her shoulder only to have it shrugged off.

This gesture shocked me, she never shut me out like this. I've spent most of my life with her and witnessed our fair share ups and downs. But, this was new I didn't know what to make of this.

"Rose, can you just talk to me please? You don't need to go through this alone, you just need to let me in Rose. Stop pushing me away…" I was begging now.

And even that wasn't enough for her…

"Rose… Talk to me…"

Nothing.

I knew this was a lost cause. It was painful to watch her this way. I've told her countless times over the decades we have been together I would do anything for her. Promised to give her what ever she wanted no matter how big or small. But, this time I couldn't promise or give her anything to replace that empty void that filled her insides.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Come downstairs when you're ready," I whispered into her ear, "I love you…"

I kissed her one more time before heading for the door.

* * *

(Rosalie POV)

I rolled onto my back as I heard the door slam.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I stared up at the ceiling.

Move on? If it were only that easy…

I don't think he understands… It was like I was given another chance at humanity. A second chance to be… normal. I had a chance to have a real family.I was so close, so, so close… that I could almost taste it.

But, something that Emmett said was right. There was nothing we could do to stop what had happened.

Although I didn't look at him I could see what I was doing to him. Not talking to him, not giving him any sign that I was still alive inside.

Like he said, I was "pushing him away." I wasn't going to do that to him, he deserved better than that.

I quickly tossed the comforter off of me.

I rose to my feet, determined to move on….

* * *

(Emmett POV)

I sat on the couch and not really paying any attention as I flipped through the channels on TV.

On the coffee table were a coloring book and a couple of crayons…

They reminded me of the day after Rosalie brought Kassius home.

* * *

"Okay, he's asleep. What do you want to do?" Rosalie asked as she walked into the living room.

I didn't bother look up at her I was a bit pre-occupied.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Coloring."

I felt her hover my shoulder observing my monkey in the tree.

"I have to admit this is kind of… what's the word? Disturbing," Rose said while sitting next to me.

"Laugh all you want. But, this is kind of relaxing."

"Yeah right," she mocked as she sat back into the couch.

I noticed her eyeing the second coloring book, without looking away from my monkey I slid it over to her. Silently she opened it up and began to color.

We sat silently for a couple of minutes and I was just in the middle of coloring the bananas until…

"Can you pass me the orange?"

I looked at the orange crayon in front of me and slid it to my side furthest away from her.

"No, I'm using it," I told her.

"No, you're not. Let me use it."

"No," I quickly said as I snatched the crayon before she can take it.

"Emmett, give me the orange," she glared.

"No."

"Emmett, I'm coloring a bunny and I need to color the damn carrot. Now give me the orange."

"Use the brown. He can smoke a cigar!"

"I can't have him smoking a cigar! Give me the orange."

"No!"

She glared at me. But, I wasn't going to give up.

"Esme!" she suddenly yelled. My eyes widened in shock. "Emmett, won't give me the orange crayon!"

"Emmet! Give Rosalie the crayon," I heard Esme yell from her study.

Childishly, I threw the crayon on the table only to cause it to snap into two.

"You're such a baby," I grumbled as I stomped away.

I heard her snicker as I walked out the room.

* * *

I smiled at the memory. But, suddenly from the corner of my eye I noticed Alice looking up at the ceiling. Either she's gone crazy or… or just maybe she was looking towards the upstairs.

I narrowed my eyes as I continued to watch her.

BANG!

The whole family's heads shot up towards the ceiling, I'm assuming trying to figure out what the cause of the big bang.

"Alice?" I said.

She slowly turned in my direction. A smile crept onto her face and she simply nodded her head.

I couldn't help by smile myself as I raced upstairs.

"Rose?" I called as I opened our bedroom door.

I closed the door behind me, scanning the room for any sign of her. I heard shuffling from inside the closet.

"Rose?"

"Yes?" she happily chimed as she walked out of the closet holding a giant box.

I was slightly alarmed by her happy tone, but quickly snapped out of it. I took the box from her arms and set it onto the floor.

"What's going-" I was interrupted by Rosalie's lips on mine. Something I haven't felt it quite some time now.

"Do you mind taking these boxes and throwing them out?" she asked as she pulled away.

I stood dumbfounded, her kisses still made me dizzy.

She quickly pecked me on the lips before handing me three large boxes.

Well, she seems happy… too happy.

"Rose, what's going on?"

"I'm doing what you said."

"And that is?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Moving on."

"Moving on?"

"Yes, moving on." she told me flashing me a smile. "Now, can you throw all these boxes out. I still have more stuff to box up though."

Something about all this didn't seem right. As she turned to go back into the closet I set the boxes she handed me down. Curiously, I opened them.

Only to find all of Kassius's clothes. Alarmed I opened box after box; only to find more clothes, toys and bottles.

I looked at the largest box in the corner of the room. I turned around making sure Rose wasn't coming out any time soon. I slowly made my way toward the large box and opened it, not really sure what I would find.

Inside was Kassius's crib, the metal ripped like paper, into little pieces so it were able to fit into the box. At least now I know what that banging was earlier.

Rosalie came out of the closet with more boxes in hand, humming happily to herself.

"Rose, what are you doing?!"

"What?" she asked innocently.

"What is all of this?!"

"Emmett, I told you to throw these out," she said with a frown.

She just shrugged and was about to turn back into the closet. Before she could go I quickly grabbed her by the arm.

"Rose… What. Is. Going. On?" I was starting to worry now.

She looked at my gripping hand then back at me. She pulled my hand off of her before she answered me.

"I'm throwing away all the stuff we will never need again."

"But, these are only Kassius's things."

"Like I said… thing's we will never need again."

So, that's what this was all about. She wasn't really moving on, she was running away.

"Rose, you can't just do that. You just can't throw away any evidence of him being here. You can't forget about him," I started.

The sweetness that was never really my Rosalie was gone, "And what do you expect me to do?" She used a tone that only meant I should choose my words carefully. Now, that was the Rosalie I knew.

"This isn't right… you can't pretend-"

"Pretend what, Emmett? Pretend he was never here? Act like he was never part of our lives?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Yes, Emmett… I can. And I will… And it will be hard because if you haven't noticed… his scent is still all over this house. It's everywhere. It's stuck on my clothes, on my bed, on my skin… His scent is even all over you. So, no Emmett I won't forget him because there will always be that constant reminder of his existence everywhere. But, I'm going to at least try."

"But-" I whispered before turning to look at all the scattered boxes.

A hard expression occupied Rosalie's face, "I said throw them all out."

She looked at me one last time before turning to go back into the closet. To pack up more things I assume…