A/N: I am so sorry for not posting anything for months. What can I say? Life got in the way and I have also been suffering from a major writer's block.

When I begun to write this chapter on my computer I did not intend for it to be the last chapter of this fic, however I have decided that this fic will have 21 chapters and that this will be the final chapter. This story is the first multi-chapter fic that I have completed and I have mixed feelings about ending it. I tried to tie it all up good but I have no idea if I succeded. I might come back and edit it some time but I can promise you all now that I will not write a sequal. I will however finish Behind Open Doors, I just don't know when.

I apologize for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. I do not have a beta.

Thank you for this time. 14000 words and here we are.

I give you the final chapter of Behind Locked Doors.

I do not own Twilight or its characters. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Behind Locked Doors

Chapter Twenty one Twenty-first Entrance

Dear Nobody,

I got a letter today from Edward.

My Dearest Bella,

I am writing to you to ask you if I please may visit you. I miss you. I cannot stand not seeing your beautiful face again. I know you told me that you hurt when you see me however my sweet Bella I must tell you that you are not alone in that. I do feel that I rather see you even though it hurts to do so then not seeing you at all.

Please write me back.

I love you.

Edward

I stared at the letter in my hand and it took me only a couple of seconds to decide whether I wanted to write him back or not. He had asked me if he could come visit me and as much as I wanted him to I knew that I had to tell him no for now.

Dear Edward,

I am sorry but I cannot allow you to come – it is not that I do not wish to see you because I do, I just cannot see you.

There are things that I wish that I could tell you and maybe I will be able to soon – at least I hope so.

I hope you are well.

Bella

I wanted to write that I love him too but I decided that I shouldn't. There was so much that I wanted to tell him and I-

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"Why did you stop reading?"

"That was the last word she ever wrote."

"Why did she stop writing? I want to know what happened."

Warm chocolate brown eyes looked at the girl that was sitting next to her on the forest green couch.

"You know what happened." The woman said and smiled.

"I do?"

"Yes you do."

"They all lived happily ever after?"

The woman's smile died, "Not exactly."

"Did Bella die?" the girl said.

"Yes – she died when she was 78 years old and her husband passed away two years after that."

"She got married again? But what happened to Edward then?" the girl frowned. "Did he ever find out that the baby wasn't his?"

The woman smiled, "Yes he did."

"How do you know?"

"Mom?" a younger woman was standing in the doorway to the room. Her gaze fell on the book in the older woman's lap, "Is that the diary?"

"Yes."

"Grandma finally finished reading it to me," the girl said as she stood up. "But I still don't know what happened to Bella other than that she died when she was old."

"Yes you do," the girl's mother said and then her eyes fell on the woman that was still sitting on the couch, "Don't you think she's a little too young for you to read that to her?"

"No, I read it to you when you were twelve."

The girl walked over to her mom, "Grandma read it to you too?"

"Yes she did."

"But I still don't know what happened to them," the girl said, "Tell me."

Her grandmother chuckled, "Believe it or not but Rosalie helped Bella get out from the asylum in exchange for her silence, you see dear old Rose did not want to become social outcast and so she promised to help Bella and then disappear if the truth never came out."

"And then Bella and Edward lived happily ever after?" the girl said with a big smile on her face.

"Something like that, yes," her mother answered.

"Why did Bella stop writing?"

"That I do not know," the girl's grandmother said, "However I do know that Edward and Bella got married again and that they had two children and they lived in a big house and that house was filled with love and laughter."

"How do you know that, grandma? Did Bella write another book?"

The girl's mother lovingly stroked her hair, "Darling, Bella was your grandmother's mother, your great grandmother."

"She was?" chocolate brown eyes widened.

"Yes," the older woman said. "And Edward was my father."

Long after her daughter and granddaughter had left the old woman sat with the diary in her lap smiling slightly to herself – she had loved to share the story of her parents with her daughter and now with her granddaughter. She'd found the diary after her mother's death in the attic of her childhood home and once she sat down and begun to read her mother's written words she hadn't been able to put the diary down. It was a story of love but also of darkness and her parents' story would continue living on a long time forward as the diary passed on through the years to new relatives that all got to take part of the story of Isabella and Edward.

The End

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you liked the ending. Much love to all of you that has read, favourited, followed and reviewed this story.