Dear Bella,

Edward paused as he stared at the two words he had written. In his head, everything he wanted to say flowed so easily, but for some reason, it just wouldn't come out on the paper. He supposed it must be because this was Bella he was writing to, but it could also be because of the sadness he was feeling.

The crushing, overwhelming, and devastating sadness that was eating away at him.

Still, he gripped his pen with determination, and poured his heart out, revealing everything that happened in the most bizarre weeks of his life. He wrote about his confusion, his anger, and most of all, his regret that stemmed from hurting her. Words like 'I wish I hadn't been so blind' and 'just know that I love you' filled the paper, after his name had been affixed at the bottom, his piece was complete.

Leaving Bella a letter wasn't Edward's first inclination after having his breakdown. He did want her to know everything, though, and it seemed like a written note was the best option; he didn't have the courage or the strength to talk to her in person after all. He knew leaving a letter seemed quite impersonal, but he hoped that Bella would see the sincerity in his words.

Tears blurred Edward's vision again as he folded the paper in half. Instead of giving into the wracking sobs, however, he just wiped his eyes and scrawled Bella's name with the best penmanship he could manage. By this time tomorrow, she would have read everything already, and hopefully, he would be on his way to somewhere peaceful.

The afterlife wasn't really anything Edward had considered before (even when he was informed of his current state as a spirit) but as he sat at Jasper's dining table, he found himself thinking of what would happen to him after tomorrow. He had lead a relatively good life, he thought, but would what he was planning to do be considered suicide? He wasn't sure.

"Don't stress yourself out over that anymore," Edward told himself dryly. "You'll find out soon enough."

Sighing, he got up and hid the letter beneath a loose floorboard. He then began getting ready for bed though it was only seven PM. He didn't really feel like doing anything, anyway, and he figured that it was high time Jasper got the rest he deserved.

...

Edward's gait was slow and lethargic as he made his way to Heaven the next day. After the depressing night he went through, though, his mood was completely understandable. Once Jasper had fallen asleep, he had gone to his parents to give his heartfelt, albeit unheard, goodbye's. It killed him inside to know that he wouldn't even get the chance to touch them one last time, but to him, his decision was final.

He was hopeless, broken, and just wanted the hardships to end already.

Heaven was already in full swing when Edward finally reached it. This is good, he thought as he clocked in with no hurry. More people means less chances of getting caught when I bring the letter to Bella's room.

Thinking of Bella made Edward involuntarily scan the room for her. Just like the last time, he never found her, and that somehow made his sadness grow even heavier. He didn't have the strength to tell her everything face to face, but he at least wanted to see her one last time.

It looked like that wasn't going to happen, though, and he just had to be okay with that.

"Jasper! There you are!" Charlotte called suddenly, making Edward jump. "I thought you were going to call in sick again when you weren't here at opening."

"No, I'm fine now," Edward smiled weakly at his jovial boss. He was certainly going to miss her, too.

"Really?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow as she looked him over. "Because you look pale as hell, and I can tell by your voice that you aren't feeling all that good."

"I'm fine," Edward insisted, infusing more energy to his tone and stance.

"You sure? Because if this just some show of machismo – "

"No, really, Charlotte. I'm...I'm okay now," Edward tried to smile. "It was just some twenty-four bug thing – practically went away by itself last night. And anyway, I really want to work today." Because it's the last time I'll ever be here.

"Well...okay," she still sounded sceptical. "But if you feel under the weather at any time, you tell me and head on home, alright?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alrighty then. Table two needs a clean-up, by the way."

And so, Edward worked through his last day at Heaven Cafe. He tried to commit everything about the place to memory – from Jane's usual banter, to the minimalist art that littered the walls – even though he probably wouldn't remember anything after everything was over. Again, he found himself wishing that Bella would make an appearance, but from overhearing Peter's conversation with his wife, he knew that she wouldn't be back until much later.

It's better this way, Edward convinced himself. If you see her, you'll probably break down in tears again, and she'll think you're insane. Besides, her being out gives you a better shot at getting to her place.

His thoughts were proven true later when he managed to sneak up the stairs completely unnoticed.

"Just my luck," Edward muttered when he found the door to the apartment to be unlocked. He wished Bella would be more careful about her security, but for now, her carelessness was playing to his advantage. Quickly, he slipped inside, and silently closed the door.

Edward ignored the scent that was undeniably Bella that flooded the room, and inspected the area for a good place to display the letter. He wanted it to be placed somewhere that Bella wouldn't miss, but at the same time, he didn't want a location that just anyone could access.

In the end, he settled on the antique desk situated near some book cases. Bella's laptop was there together with a book she was obviously reading, so she could see it when she comes home. Finding a letter on a desk wasn't suspicious either, so no one would question it if they were ever to spot it.

As he placed the paper on top of the book, Edward felt the urge to cry again. Jeez, when did I become such a cry baby, he thought. He figured that was a normal reaction when imminent death was nearing, though.

And leaving the letter just felt so...final.

Edward decided to get the hell out of there, then, if only to avoid giving in to his urges and potentially alerting someone of his whereabouts. Thankfully, no one had noticed that he had left, and he returned to his duties as if nothing had happened.

...

Edward left his shift early.

That morning, he thought he wanted to stay the whole day since it was his last, but sometime after lunch time, he realized he couldn't handle it. His emotions were beginning to break his composure. So, after a quick word with Charlotte, he booked it out of there, and ended up in a nearby park.

Edward wasn't entirely sure of what he wanted to do as he walked around. It was basically his last day on Earth. Shouldn't he be doing...well, something other than wandering aimlessly like a lost puppy?

Honestly, what he really wanted to do was be with Bella. He briefly considered looking for her, but he knew better than that. Maybe he could just do some last minute good deeds.

"Yeah. Like that's going to do anything," Edward shook his head at the thought. Sitting on a bench, he pulled his hair before rubbing his eyes. "God, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."

"How 'bout you get up and start explaining to me what the bloody fuckin' hell is going on?"

Edward's head snapped up to see a very angry Scheduler standing in front of him. Her eyes were blazing and her hands were on her hips, indicating that she was mad as all out.

"Sched," he croaked. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I doing here, he asks," Scheduler snorted loudly. "Shouldn't I be asking you that question? What the fuck have you done, Edward?!"

"Keep your voice down," Edward muttered, looking down at the ground.

"Oh, don't you try telling me what to do, Cullen. Look at me!"

Edward slowly raised his eyes to hers.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked angrily. "You were given a second chance, Edward. A second chance! And you're deciding to blow it? Do you know how incredibly stupid that is?!"

"I can't do it anymore, okay?!" Edward shouted back. "I just can't! I've tried my best, I've done all I could, but none of it meant jack shit!"

"But what about your family? Jacob? Rosalie? You're just going to let them take everything your father's worked for?"

"Justice was never mine to give in the first place. Your Boss can handle that on His own."

"And Bella?"

Edward fell silent.

"You have a chance to have her, Ed," Scheduler's voice went a lot softer as she kneeled in front of him. When he continued to say nothing, she continued. "Look, it's not too late. You can still get the letter you left – "

"It is, alright?!" Edward boomed so loudly that Scheduler fell backwards on her bottom. "It is! It's too fucking late. I don't want to get that damn letter back."

"Who are you and what the hell have you done with the man I met weeks ago?"

"I don't deserve her," Edward stated forcefully. "She is too kind and too beautiful for someone like me, and I refuse to stand in the way of her finding someone who would treat her like how I should've a long time ago."

"Ed, for fuck's sake," Scheduler rubbed her face. "You can still be that someone! You still have the power to change things!"

"For the last time, I don't want to anymore!" Edward roared, standing up. "I'm through!"

"Edward –"

"No, don't try to convince me anymore, Sched."

"Edward –"

"Look, I understand that it's your job to –"

"EDWARD!"

"What?" Edward turned to her, exasperated.

Instead of saying anything in reply, Scheduler merely pointed at his wrist.

"If you think seeing my family crest will be any type of motivation, you're..." he stopped talking once he saw his cuff.

There, nestled in one of the recesses, was a single, clover-shaped crystal.