Edward turned to the final page in the larger journal. It was his person journal he'd kept since he found it tucked away on his bookshelf some time ago. The last entry had no date apart from the very vague title of The day the snow sticks, 2011. It was only half a page long. He tore off one half and stuffed it deep in the crevice of Renesmee's jacket that day. It told her how much he loved her and he would protect her, even in death. But the second half was more personal than even his supposed last words to his only child. The second half was for him. Which he wrote after returning home that fateful day.

In all of my time here, in this life and my previous, there has never been another quite like Cara. And I know well that I have mistreated her in unforgivable ways, yet her loyalty is unwavering. Cara has never stopped being my fiancée, despite the fact that I stopped being hers. I pushed her away when she only offered words of kindness because I saw myself in her. I saw the life that was taken from me and the unfair circumstances that led me to years of misery. She never deserved so much negativity and abuse. She loved me. As a friend, as a lover, and as a person. She wanted only the best for me and I repaid her with abuse and affairs. I was wrong about her and I hope that when I need her again, she will not cone for me. She has protected me for too long, reaping no benefit for herself or even thanks from me. I can only hope that I can begin to feel the amount of maltreatment and suffering that I put her through. It is only fair.

Edward close the book and placed it next to the pile of thinner journals from his childhood. Edward looked at the clock with confusion in his eyes. 8:31. The moon hid behind the clouds that always hung around Forks. It was Sunday. There was still time. Edward was downstairs in an instant, grabbing his car keys and his jacket (not that he'd ever feel the cold, it was just habit). He saw Jasper on his way to the garage.

"What are you doing?" Jasper asked in a low, concerned voice.

"You wouldn't understand." Edward said gruffly and tried to move away, Jasper held a hand on his chest, looking at him.

You're going to get Cara, aren't you? Jasper thought in a whisper. Edward grind his teeth and tried to push past him again.

"Let me go, Jasper."

"What are you doing? You're married to Bella now… and you have Nessie. You had the chance to be with her but you chose Bella. Do not go back on your vows now."

"And what if… I chose wrong?" Edward said through gritted teeth. Jasper let his arm fall to his side, stepping away from him.

"Then you have to be a man and deal with it… or be a coward and change it." Jasper spat. They stared each other down for a few moments as a door opened. Tiny footsteps walked into the house and stopped at the entrance to the garage where Edward and Jasper were. Bella looked at them with pain in her eyes.

"Hi…" she said softly, looking at Edward.

"I thought you guys were coming back Monday." Jasper said, smiling a little at Bella.

"Carlisle and Esme are still there… They don't know I left…" Bella looked at Edward like a wounded lamb asking for forgiveness from her lion, "Can we talk, Edward?"

Edward looked from Bella's hurt face to Jasper's judgmental one, his thoughts were strong but soft, "Don't do this, Edward, just talk to Bella."

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." Edward said and in an instant he was putting his key in the ignition, waiting for the garage door to open.

"Jasper… Where is he going?" Bella said near tears. Jasper couldn't look at her, he just stared disbelievingly at the closed door before him.

"I don't know." He lied softly and walked to his bedroom. He took a small bottle of merlot from underneath the bed he and Alice shared. He uncorked the bottle, taking a small drink from the half-full bottle as he listened to Bella's broken-hearted sobs from the garage entrance.

Edward sped down the highways at top speed towards Colorado.

During our time together in the church house, Cara told me of her growing desire to live in Aspen. She referred to it as a city from a snow globe. I knew if she would be anywhere, she would be there. I slowed my car when I reached the welcome to aspen sign an hour past dusk the next day. I stopped in a public parking and walked around the city, searching for Cara. As I walked, I reached into my pocket and felt a small object, taking it out with joy. The pencil. I hold onto this pencil now with joy, the pencil stands for everything we are and can ever be. Holding onto it gives me a confidence I never had before. I know my decision is right. I will be with Cara now.

I searched until it was nearly ten. Even in the late night, people walked the streets, coming in and out of buildings, talking gleefully with loved ones. I might have been one of them. I saw Cara and me in everyone I passed. We would start life anew in a heaven we create. I just needed my angel to complete the picture. And so I found her. Not surprisingly in Paradise already. The lights in the café were dimmed romantically as a single girl wiped down the counters. She punched a few buttons on the register and took a slip of paper from the machine. She walked out with a rehearsed smile and placed the paper down. This is when I saw my love, although she was with another. She was not paying attention when the girl placed the check on the table but looked up when a small ping hit the paper. I walked to the other end of the street, turning to watch. She held the pencil in awe, finally spotting me. I looked at her, she looked at me. We were children again, tied together by a singular misshapen pencil and the words it has written. I cannot muster a thought as I watch her, her mind also just as silent.

A breath.

A decision.

A heart break.

As Edward walked through the doors of his home in Forks, his family greeted him warmly. No one, apart from Jasper, knew his actions. Edward placed his car keys in his jacket and placed that on the couch. He walked over to Bella slowly, her eyes red, her cheeks wet. He touched the back of her head, not with love, so much as caution. He looked into her golden eyes and kissed her forehead. Bella gasped with joy, closing her eyes, savouring the touch of his lips against her skin. The family smiled and dispersed slowly, only Jasper remained, who shook his head slowly and left the room. He knew the truth, although he would never admit it to anyone. It was simply another filthy secret Jasper would keep locked away in his mind.

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Whoo, that was a doosy, eh? Aww, just two more chapters then I have to say goodbye :"( its alright though, I have wonderful news, we have officially reached 1000 views! 1044, to be exact! Oh, I'm quite happy, all of you who have read this have made me so happy. I'm so grateful to all my readers, I wish I could hug every single one of you. I'm so thrilled. And so, now I will be posting the link to the Instagram I shall create specifically for my writings. Oh, I'm so overjoyed, thank you all so much, I can't even express a fraction of my happiness now. I could harp on it for days but, we must move on. I chose Aspen because it truly is the most picturesque place to end a story. It's beautiful and snowy and so close to the mountains. Also, since it's Colorado, Cara won't be burned to a crisp for 90% of her day. Also, Aspen is home to a beautiful little café called Paradise Bakery. It's very quaint, in the city, which I pictured for the end, and has outdoor seating. So, also, back to the beginning, remember that big desk journal Carlisle found back when Cara left? Well guess what Journal Edward has been using to document his life so far. That is truly the one hundred years worth of journals. Oh, in case you're wondering, it takes roughly 22 hours to get from Forks to Aspen by car (according to Google Maps, of course). So I figured that you cut it down to about 18 hours if Edward is truly gunning it. Anyway, two down, one to go. Then the end... the feeling is so bittersweet. Thank you again to all reading this now, I am so lucky to have you here.