DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

I don't know how I'm going to write this AN without coming across as the worlds biggest bitch, but I'm going to try so here goes.

I know that some of you – well, most of you – aren't happy about the last two chapters, but some of the comments left in the reviews were extremely hurtful.

Saving Edward and Alive Again are my babies, and I wrote them as I felt they needed to be written. And if that means that Edward dies at the end, that's whats going to happen.

I know a lot of you wanted an HEA, but being realistic, do you really think that after everything they've been through, with his relapse at the forefront, weakening his already weak heart even more, that they were going to have an HEA? If I had turned this story into an HEA ending then it would have turned into the same ending as the however many other happy endings there are on FF. If you want a happy ending, then go read one of those.

Even considering putting in an HEA made me feel as though I wasn't being true to the story, and that was what I was striving to achieve. I wanted this story to be believable as far as the emotions and pain that it's characters feel goes. In my head, Edward died, so that is the way it was written. I know that pissed a lot of people off, but that's the way it is.

Nobody can say that there wasn't the warning of Edward dying at all in the story, because there are enough reviews for the Prologue that prove otherwise and the fact that I never confirmed nor disproved the idea that the Prologue was in fact Edward's death scene should have told you that Edward dying was a distinct possibility.

Some of the reviews left by people – anonymous reviews as well – were really spiteful and hurtful. I know I write these stories for you guys, but that doesn't give you permission to insult me and throw it back in my face when something doesn't turn out the way you want it to. Writing these stories has taken up a lot of my time and sent me on an emotional rollercoaster that was hard to deal with. Being called thick or stupid and being told to use the 'thing in my head (Brain) before I write another story' is not something I really need to hear.

I do have some personal messages for some of the anonymous reviewers.

Laura: you killed your own story.
what was the point of this? oh, well bella learnt that edward will always love her balh blah . WTF?!?!?!?

thanks for perpetuating a stereotype.

i can't believe i followed this story for so long just for that **.

The point of the story was to travel the journey with Edward and Bella. The story was not about what happened to Edward before the story happened or what happened in the ending, it was about how they both dealt with the different troubles and hardships, enjoying the good and working through the bad. If you weren't able to see that, then the story didn't have the effect I was aiming for.

Han: YOu are truly twisted mean and disturbed! i cant believe that you had to be so cruel with something fiction. Why did you have to kill off edward. you may get a lot of reviews but all of your stories are just down right depressioning and evil or sad in someway. Geez brighten up why dont cha?! Your nothing like bella in the aspect with this stuff. I mean its really soul destroying. Thank god i didnt get to into this mess and read it all the way through. Geez you killed him off wow. And why do you have to be so rude about it and talk like we're all morons looking for fluff fluff and more fluff. its freakin fiction just like twilight. i dont see any vamps running around in real life but i think you shoud try writing more joyous pieces all your writiing is like that how screwed up is your life? even all the ideas you have how the hell did you get through twilight?! its nothing like this mess you write geez. You were being a real...no insults but just wow! good for you though it was pretty creative i guess its just wow. the things that comes from peoples mind is amazing and sad!

Your review really confused me. In the beginning of it you talked about how I was cruel and twisted and in the last few sentences you said that it was creative and wow. Where are you coming from. As a matter of fact, I have read Twilight. More times than I can count and people insinuating that I haven't hurts.

Your review hurt a lot. You might think that I'm a bitch for saying this, but you didn't have to write a review just to insult me. If you think it is a depressing, evil, sad, soul-destroying mess then why even bother to read it? People read my stories because they choose to, it's not like I force them to. If they don't like it, fine, they don't have to continue reading it, but I do not write these stories purely to be insulted. No offense, but you should really take notice of the little saying 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all' and think about someone else's feelings before you type a nasty review. If you find my stories that depressing to read, then don't read them.

Laurnana: People dont read fiction stories to read about real life. This story was amazing untill the moment you killed Edward. If you were gonna do that, you should have put it in the Angst category, this way if we WANTED to read about him dying, we would, but if we DIDNT we wouldnt read an angst labeled story. Seriosuly, next time, use that thing in your head (Brain) when writing a story.

P.s sorry about my spelling, english isnt my first language

I know people don't read fiction stories to read about real life, but that was one of the points of this story. The subjects broached in these stories have not been (to the best of my knowledge) done before and they are very misinterpreted and misunderstood. That's what I wanted to get through in these stories. Read some of my other ones, you'll notice that they're not as emotional as these two were. As for Edward's death, the prologue should have been enough of an inidicator that it was a possibility. As I said, I have never, throughout the whole story confirmed or disproved the prologue as being true. People just assumed it was a nightmare. As for insulting my intelligence, I do take great offense to that. When writing these stories I used my head and my heart and the 112 chapters that have been written were the product of tapping into my emotions and my love of story-writing.

It doesn't matter that english isn't your first language, you should still think about what you're saying and how it will affect the person it's directed at before you write it.

I know that I'm sounding mega-bitch in this AN but the comments left by some of the readers really cut deep. They hurt. Each review I opened was telling me the same thing and even though there are an enormous amount of you that felt that even though they didn't like the ending, it was necessary. The nastier reviews left me feeling like I didn't want to write anymore. Thinking 'what's the point if this is what I get when something people don't like happens'?

And I've never been pushed to consider giving up writing before, so that's how bad they made me feel.

If I offended anyone with this AN then I'm sorry, but I felt it had to be said. I don't write to be insulted. I write so that people can read and (hopefully) enjoy my stories.

So, like I said before, if you can't say anything nice, please don't say anything at all.

Alternate End

BPOV

My eyes flew open and I shot up in bed, trying to get a handle on what happened. I was so focused on what had happened in my mind that it took me a moment to realise that I was in my old bedroom.

What am I doing here? I thought, easing my way out of bed.

I looked at the clock as saw that it was a little after three in the morning. But that wasn't what caught me off guard or made my jaw drop. But it was the date.

04.09.08

It was the beginning of September 2008?

What. The. Hell?!

I shook my head and looked back at the clock, still disbelieving when I saw that the date hadn't mysteriously changed.

I put a hand over my stomach, disappointed when I felt that it was flat and looked at my left hand, my heart falling when I saw that there was nothing there.

What the hell happened?

What the hell was all that about?

I grabbed my phone, plugging in the number that I had memorised, although nothing was adding up at the moment, and held it to my ear, sighing in relief when it started ringing.

"Hello?" A groggy voice came through the receiver, though I could barely hear them through interference on the line.

"Edward?" I asked into the phone, hoping that it was him. I couldn't tell.

"Who's this?" The person on the other end asked, still thick with sleep and slightly muffled.

"Bella."

"Bella who?" They asked and my heart plummeted fifty foot below the surface of the earth.

"Sorry." I mumbled, feeling extremely dejected. "I must have the wrong number."

I swiftly hung up the phone, wondering what the hell was going on. Had I been transported back in time or something, back to the day I first met Edward? Call me weird, I remember the day I met him.

I heard Charlie moving around in his bedroom, realising that he must have a dawn shift today. I walked out of my room, hoping to meet him on the landing. The look on his face would have been amusing if I hadn't been stressing at the moment.

"Ch-Dad." I said to him softly, watching him stop and turn slowly as if in complete shock. Seeing as I am most definitely not a morning person, this most probably was a shock to him. "What date is it today?" I asked, hoping to seem nonchalant.

"It's the fourth." He told me calmly, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I meant the whole date. Year and everything." I asked, pleading with my eyes for him not to ask questions. Just to go with it."

"Fourth of September two-thousand and eight." He said, his tone giving away his confusion but his expression telling me that he wasn't going to risk further confusion by asking me what was going on with me.

"Thanks." I nodded, and backed into my room, heading Charlie grunt something I couldn't hear.

I closed the door and sank down onto the floor, resting my forehead on my knees, my mind moving a million miles a minute.

What the hell did all of this mean?

Did everything that happened not really happen?

I couldn't work this out. It was too much.

My head shot up off of my knees as I thought of something that could prove or disprove what I thought I knew. I quickly showered and got dressed, seeing that I had been sitting on the floor for over an hour an a half, noting that it was now around twenty to six in the morning.

I grabbed my keys from the hook by the door, another thing that confused me and jumped in my truck, thankful that Charlie's cruiser had disappeared. I didn't want to have to face his questions later on.

I drove the truck as fast as it would go down the road, which was only a measly fifty miles an hour before it sputtered and died.

I took the route I knew so well, turning off at the point I'd half expected not to be there, sighing in relief when I slowly made my way up the long driveway, hoping that I didn't wake anyone who may or may not be inside. I just wanted to know what the fuck was going on.

I stopped at the corner I knew would bring the house into view. I didn't want to run the risk of someone seeing my truck and then tracing it back to me. Especially if everything that I believed wasn't true.

Charlie said that it was 2008. How is that possible? Is it possible that I dreamed everything? No. My imagination isn't that vivid. Is it?

I climbed out of the truck, slowly walking around the corner. My breath hitched when I saw the cars all lined up as they had been each and every time I had seen them. Or had I seen them? I wasn't so sure anymore. Especially when my eyes landed on the large white removal truck parked slightly off to the side. Someone was moving in.

Could it be?

I wondered, knowing that I was working myself into a frenzy.

I looked up at the window that I knew to house a perfect Greek Adonis. The Volvo S60R that he drove was sitting in the driveway, same numberplate and everything.

What did all of this mean?

I looked back up at the house, seeing someone moving in the window, checking that I was hidden by the large amount of vegetation that surrounded the house. I could see a figure in the top window looking out in the direction that I was in. I knew that I needed to get out of here now. Whoever it was inside, they would probably think that I was some kind of stalker.

I looked at the clock on my dashboard, one of the only things in the truck that functioned without a problem. Another reminder that everything I knew might not be real was the fact that there was no new stereo in the truck. Emmett and Jasper had replaced the old beat up stereo that I had in there when I refused to allow them to buy me a new car for my eighteenth birthday. Even though Edward had been against it, I was attached to and would still drive my truck.

Edward.

My heart clenched thinking his name. If nothing over the last year had happened, where was he? Was he in Chicago? Was he somewhere else? Did he even exist?

I didn't want to think about the possibility of the last question at all. I couldn't even contemplate a world without Edward in it, but I had been subjected to that feeling when I had held his still warm body in my arms as he died in the cafeteria. I shook my head. You don't even know if that happened.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I glanced at the clock again, seeing that it was twenty past eight, and I decided to head into school. I would be early, but who cared. It wouldn't be that long but it would be earlier than normal. I don't know what I was going to do, but I needed something to get my mind off what I thought I did and didn't know.

I sighed, looking down at my left hand again, feeling my heart drop a little more when I saw that it was still empty. It just served to remind me that everything must have been in my head. Something I didn't really want to contemplate. What if the Cullens' didn't exist.

The Cullen's!! I thought quickly, grabbing the material of my right sleeve and wrenching it up. Not the best thing to do when driving, but hell, I was looking for an explanation here. It didn't look like I was getting one.

I pulled up in the parking lot, only to be accosted by Jessica, who bounded up to me, giggling insanely, jumping up and down next to me as I walked into the school.

"They're coming today." She giggled insanely.

"Who?" I asked, curiously raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously, Bella." She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me. "Do you not pay any attention to what goes on around here? The new kids."

Maybe there would be something to ease my discomfort about what was going on inside my head. I refused to believe that everything that had happened was in my head. All the signs that it was purely one long, blissful, angsty, screwed-up dream were there but there was something telling me that that wasn't it. What the hell was going on with me?

"There's five of them." That sounds right for what I need right now. I need to see some evidence that I'm not crazy. "I heard that they're all adopted." She giggled. That was wrong. The only one who was adopted was Edward. Because of his parents. "And get this, I hear that they're all together." Something definitely not right there. "How weird is that? I hear that the one whose single is a guy, so you never know." She looked at me, winking suggestively. Trust Jess to have a go at the new meat.

We separated when we had to for homeroom. I couldn't get Jess's words out of my head. They were all adopted? There goes my wish for maybe getting some answers about the fucked up things that are going on with me today. Did I really think that anyone would be able to help me?

I sat, bored in all of my classes until lunch. I hadn't seen any of the new kids. It didn't seem like I had any of them in my classes. I was disappointed by that fact. If I had at least one of them in my class them I would know what the hell was going on. Was this just a repeat of a year ago? Or at least, a year ago in my head, seeing as it was now becoming extremely clear that things actually were a year ago.

I walked into the cafeteria, looking over at the table that had housed the Cullens' – in my head at least – but I found it empty. Maybe they just hadn't gotten here yet. Plausible, right? I mean, they are new here. They might have gotten lost.

Pfft! The logical side of my brain scoffed at me. This school is miniscule! Even you found your way around on your first day.

Shut up!

Don't blame me. It's your subconscious. I internally winced at the mini argument I was having with myself in my head. My eyes kept flicking towards the door of the cafeteria and the empty table every few seconds. If anyone noticed that I was acting weird, they didn't say anything about it.

Hell, I knew that I was being weird, but I think that they were used to this from me by now, so they didn't really notice anything different. Not something you should be proud of.

Piss off!

Again, it's your brain.

I sighed, going back to my lunch, barely registering the voices and drones of the others at my table. I knew what they were talking about. Apparently, the single one of the new kids was 'absolutely gorgeous and completley fuckable'. Jess's words, not mine. But then again, if it was the person I hoped it was then I was inclined to agree.

Something told me that I couldn't give up on the fact that what had happened inside my head – or as it seemed to be – were more than just that. That there was more behind it. Like it was trying to tell me something.

But what?

"Hey, Bells." I internally groaned, when I heard Mike Newton following me as I made my way from the cafeteria towards my Biology class, which in turn, Mike was in too.

"You okay?" He asked, concern in his baby blue eyes. "You seemed a little spaced at lunch."

"Yeah." I nodded, giving him a half smile, not meeting his eyes. Truth was, I was freaking. Had been all day. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"You wanna talk about it?" And what? Have you call the nice men in white coats. I think not!

I shook my head, sending him a warm smile. "I'm okay, thanks, Mike. Something I gotta work out on my own."

"Alright." He shrugged as we walked into Biology. "You need to talk or anything…" He trailed off, leaving the invitation open.

"Thanks, Mike." I was thankful that he hadn't tried asking me out, as he had done on numerous occasions.

I took my seat at my lab table and sat down, pulling out my notebook, doodling until the teacher started.

I registered someone saying my name and I realised that I must have one of the new kids in my class because I suddenly registered that Mr. Banner had said "There's a spare seat over by Miss Swan."

I heard the stool next to me scrape back and I took a deep breath, laying down my pen and preparing to say something to the person sat next to me. When I had done this last, I had made an idiot out of myself. Although, it did get me a husband and two children on the way. Not thinking about that 'dream' (as I refused to believe that there wasn't something behind it) made me long for the life I'd had in it. Before the whole cafeteria incident anyway.

I froze as I inhaled the persons' scent by accident. A mixture of honey and lavender. An all too familiar scent.

I looked up slowly, finding myself coming face to face with the most beautiful pair of green orbs I had ever seen. The same ones that my 'dream' self had been staring into for over a year. But these weren't filled with pain and sorrrow. They were bright and piercing, although filled with confusion and disbelief. Why should he been confused. I'm the one that had a dream about being married to him and having his babies.

Note to self: never mention that.

My eyes scowered his face slowly, taking in every detail, every freckle, even the tiny scar that he had just above his left eyebrow from when Emmett hit him in the face with one of Alice's dolls when they were little.

It was him.

He was here.

He was real.

But did he know me, as I knew him. I couldn't help what slipped out of my mouth when my brain finally started working again. His face took on a slightly disbelieving look as he heard the whisper.

"Edward."

EPOV

This place actually existed, didn't it?

Forks, Washington USA.

And it looked exactly the same as it had in my 'dream'.

Fuck! What a dream that was.

It was a dream that I wouldn't trade in for all the wet dreams every teenage boy in the world could have.

Apart from the fact that I was completely fucked up in it. I'd been a cutter and anorexic. Not something I could identify with in my real life, but something about those feelings and thoughts that I'd had in the 'dream' – something inside told me that there was more to it than that – allowed me to gain maybe a tiny little bit of insight into what people like that go through.

But, fuck! The 'dream' had taken over a year time span.

And the girl!

The girl was incredible.

Bella.

It had felt like I was alone, surrounded by people and yet completely alone, but she had worked her way in. And it had grown from friendship into love. With marriage and babies no less.

Something inside of me, told me that that was what I wanted. I wanted the love and the house and the wedding and the marriage and ……… the meadow. I liked the meadow.

We'd arrived in Forks yesterday, after near enough four days of straight driving. I had been so tired yesterday that Jasper, my brother had offered to sling his motorbike, that he had been riding, in the back of Emmett's enormous Jeep and drive my Volvo the rest of the way today. I grudgingly agreed, only when Esme, my adopted mother, had given me the stare that all mothers had down pat.

I had closed my eyes almost instantly and that was when the dream began. It was like I was being sucked into an alternate universe where everything was upside down.

I hadn't woken up until my phone started going off at just after three this morning, breaking me out of the 'dream', actually at a good moment. I had the feeling that that was the end for me. Having a heart attack in the middle of the school cafeteria is not something I was too enticed by.

It was only when I answered the phone that I realised I was in the house. In the same room that I had picked out in the 'dream'.

What the fuck! Was the first thing that went through my mind, and then my attention was diverted back to the phone as it buzzed and blasted out Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' into the silence of the house. I flipped it up quickly, hearing a panicky, yet muffled voice on the other end. I knew this number, but I'll be damned if it was who I was hoping it was.

The person had hung up quickly after mumbling that they must have the wrong number. All the time I was thinking Bella! Please tell me you're Bella!

Stupid fuck! She probably doesn't even exist. A part of me didn't want to register that though. It was like something inside was telling me to hang onto the feeling of contentment that the 'dream' had brought me.

After that I wasn't able to sleep so I decided to wander around the house, quietly making a note of the different things in the house. When I made it back up to my room, it was near enough seven o'clock and the sun was beginning to rise. I walked up to the window, my interest piqued when I noticed the lush vegetation at the first bend of the driveway moving slightly. Was there someone out there? I could see properly.

I pulled a tshirt over my head, rushing down the stairs and out the front door, only hearing the rumble of a truck as it disappeared down the driveway, too fast for me to follow before it made it's way onto the highway.

I know that rumble anywhere. I thought, licking my lips remembering her taste on my tongue.

I quickly got ready and dressed for school, impatiently waiting for my siblings to get ready. We would be taking my Volvo into school, for today at least. The other cars were a little oestentatious for the first day of school. No need to intimidate anybody.

I made it to the school in record time, and got out turning to face the bemused face of my sister, Alice.

"How did you know the way to the school without even glancing at the roads around it, Edward?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. Fuck! Make something up!

"It's not hard to find Alice." I rolled my eyes at her and she pouted. I turned away from her, not able to fight off her puppy pout.

"I will get it out of you, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." She said firmly as I moaned at the mention of my full name. The last time I'd heard that it had been in my 'dream' as Bella had practically attacked me after sending me to get some oranges and raspberry jam. Weird shit. "You will tell me what's going on Edward. You've been weird all morning." You think I'm going to tell you and wait for you to call the nice men in white coats? Sorry, Alice. Not gonna happen.

I ignored her and walked past her, making my way towards the registration office, following after Rose and Emmett, who had just finished one hell of a make-out session in the parking lot, claiming each other without actually having sex in front of the students. They might be adopted, as we all were, but hell, it was still creepy to watch. Even if it had been four years since they'd been going out.

Alice and Jasper were the same, apart from their relationship was intimate in a completely different way. When you were with them, it was like you were constantly intruding on a private moment.

And then there was me. Mr. Singleton. And I was more than happy to keep it that way for now. Unless Bella happened to turn up that is. My last girlfriend back in Chicago had been a handful to say the least, not really caring about anything apart from I was the hottest guy in the school and she had me on her arm. I didn't see myself as the hottest guy in school, but she did. I actually hated it when people commented or noticed my looks. Hated it.

This place was exactly how it had been in my 'dream'. Small and dull. If the classes in my 'dream' were anything like the actual classes here, then I was sure that I would be using the gun that my father kept for emergencies when we were in Chicago at some point. It wouldn't be necessary out here, but in Chicago, even in the nicest parts of the city, it was better to be safe than sorry.

As morning class passed I realised one thing: I was right.

The classes were boring and dull and I wanted nothing more than to sleep some more, the tiredness from this morning taking effect as I sat through hour after hour of drivel that I already knew.

The girls here were nothing short of annoying. They were persistent, I'll give you that. They must be extremely bored with what they already had, and it seemed that they were all drawn to me. I hated it.

When lunch came around, Alice suggested that we sit outside, seeing as it was sunny. I couldn't agree more with that statement. The cafeteria would be the one place that I was accosted and I didn't want that to happen. These girls here. A shiver passed down my body.

I had yet to see the one that I wanted to though. The red truck in the parking lot was taunting me from where I sat eating the lunch that Esme had prepared for us. She called it a good luck lunch. It tasted amazing, so we weren't complaining. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the red truck. It had every bump and scratch that I remembered it did. It's number plate was even the same, situated on the slightly wonky front bumper.

I found myself still hating it though.

As I walked to my fifth lesson: Biology, I made sure that I kept my head down. I didn't meet anyone's eye as I walked into the room and handed the slip I needed to to the teacher. Though I did notice that one particular girl: Jessica Stanley, who had creeped me out in the 'dream' and creeped my out now, was particularly happy that I was in this class with her.

The teacher pointed to a desk almost at the back of the class and I turned to face where he was pointing, my breath catching in my throat.

Sitting there, leaning over the desk in front of her was a slight girl with a thick wave of mahogany hair. It couldn't be. I thought as I forced my feet to move, making my way towards the girl at the desk. Her hair was covering her face, so I couldn't see properly.

She stiffened slightly as I sat down. She put her pen down on the desk and froze as though she was remembering something.

At that moment I was made acutely aware of her as she moved, her sweet scent hitting my nostrils like a long awaited for perfume. Strawberries and freesias. It can't be. I thought again, turning to look down at her.

She turned her face to look at me and I had to work to contain my gasp that threatened to escape as I gazed into the pair of chocolate orbs I had gotten lost in so many times before in my 'dream'.

As her eyes raked over my face, mine did the same, drinking in her every detail.

Her heart shaped face was the same as it had been in my 'dream'. Her eyes were slightly slanted, enhancing her beauty in my opinion. Her lips were slightly out of proportion, as I knew they would be, the top one slightly larger than it was supposed to be, parted in a look of surprise.

She couldn't be thinking the same thing I was, could she?

I saw recognition in her eyes and …… longing? Want?

She couldn't know me, could she? Not in the way I was thinking of anyway. There was no chance. At least that's what I'd thought before I heard the whisper escape her lips.

"Edward."

It wasn't so much the fact that she knew my name that caught me by surprise, seeing as everyone probably knew my name by now. It was the fact that it was whispered with such longing and …… love?

"Bella." I whispered before I could stop myself. Her eyes widened slightly, surprised at the fact I knew her name, because the teacher had called her 'Miss. Swan'.

"Is it really you?" She asked, her voice still a whisper, not taking her eyes off of mine.

Her hand inched its way towards mine and I instantly knew what she was looking for. That physical spark we shared each and every time our bodies touched. Could she have had the same 'dream' as me? I wondered, my hand moving to meet hers.

I gasped and jumped slightly as my skin came into contact with hers, sending a shock through my system, larger than any time in the 'dream'. What did this mean? Was everything I felt in the 'dream' true?

I looked up at her to see that she was looking at me with a smile on her face.

"I dreamed that……" She whispered, looking down at the desk, her hand still touching mine, a constant flow of energy running between our connected skin.

I could understand how she wouldn't want to mention the dream.

I had an idea. Using one hand I pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper. For the next minute or so, while the teacher droned on about something or other at the front of the class, I drew the engagement ring I had bought for Bella in the 'dream'. If she recognised it, I would know that she had the same 'dream' as I did.

I wrote a single word underneath it, folded the paper and passed to her.

Meadow.

She opened it and her eyes grew wide, looking back up at me wit surprise on her face. She grinned at me and I could help but smile back.

This was the same Bella from my 'dream'.

Maybe it did have some meaning.

Maybe it was telling me that she was the one for me.

Mrs. Isabella Marie Cullen.

Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Hopefully this will appease some of you who were ………… less than pleased with the actual ending.

I know this is not the typical HEA you all wanted, but an HEA wouldn't have worked in this story. Every time I considered it, it felt fake and wrong.

I'm considering down a series of one-shots for this story, possibly continuing on from Losing Everything – a one shot detailing how Edward lost his parents. Let me know if you think this is a thumbs up/down idea. They can be anything you want (except another alternate ending). Missing scenes, elaborations on scenes etc. Let me know if you think that's a good idea.