Bella

Early morning.

I woke up to the sun hitting me in the face. I groaned and rolled over. I didn't want to get up but i knew i had to. Today was the day when our projects were to be presented in the auditorium. I would receive my answer as to whether i received the scholarship or not. It was already starting to make my stomach upset. I got out of bed and hurried to get dressed.

I was outside, the rain was steadily dripping onto my hoodie's hood. Edward was running late. This was unusual for him. He was usually already out here and waiting when i came outside. It was getting closer and closer to the time that the bus was going to be here and leave. I couldn't wait any longer. I trudged my way over to the bus stop.

I pulled out my cell phone and sent a quick text to Edward.

Where are you?

I didn't receive an answer. Maybe he was just running late, or slept in. I didn't have time to think about it. The bus pulled up and i got on. I kept checking my phone a thousand times by the time we pulled up to the school. I was starting to get worried but i had so much to do. Today was only a half day. We received our grades and the scholarship's we had applied to were to come back to us. It was a big day. We would get our diploma's in a week.

I hurried to my homeroom where i was to wait with the rest of the students. I couldn't control my apprehension. I tried to keep my thoughts away from my project but Edward kept crawling into my mind. I wondered what was up with him. I wish i had my own car because then i could have went and found out. I would have to wait til the end of the day to try and figure out why he wasn't there this morning. Unless he showed up late, that would explain things.

The first half of my half day was boring. I had to listen to lectures on college and college behavior. Each minute that ticked by i was becoming more worried. Edward still hadn't texted or shown up. My phone was cold and silent in my jeans pocket. There was still no news as to what was going on.

It was now closer and closer to the viewing. I tried to remain calm but i couldn't. My heart was beating painfully inside my chest. When it was finally time i almost was jogging to the auditorium. Most of the kids i passed were smiling and walking casually. I was jogging like my life depended on it, because it did. Without that scholarship i wasn't going to be leaving Forks. I was going to have to settle down in this town. The town that i desperately wanted to be rid of.

I opened the doors and squeezed through all the other students. Our principle, Mr. Merryweather, was standing on the stage. He called out attention.

"Welcome students, though i will be sad to see you all go. It will be onto a better life that you will be going. I hope that you all put forth serious consideration as to what you will be doing after you leave here. I will be sorry to see you go, but i hope that you all go where you planned. Your senior projects are all graded and each project has its own envelope. Inside each of the packets you will see your grades, your scholarships, and hopefully your acceptances. I wish all of you luck!"

I barely heard the words he said. I desperately searched the tables for any sign of my name. At last i found it. My journal was placed on a table alongside Edward's My packet seemed to glare at me. My fingers shook as i went to pick it up. I broke the clasp and pulled out the papers.

Most were ordinary papers, grades, comments and farewells from my teachers. It was the next few that i really wanted to see.

Gifted Students Art Scholarship

Dear Isabella,

We are delighted to inform you that you have ranked top in your class alongside a fellow student. Your senior project moved us to tears and we are excited to inform you that you have been accepted for the scholarship. More details will be sent out in the following days. Thanks so much for your time and effort.

Chairwoman

Miranda Ferandez

My heart almost dropped to the floor. I was accepted! I had the scholarship and that meant that i wouldn't be here in Forks next year! I would be enrolled in college up in Tucson! Things couldn't get much better. I reread the note and paused on something.

Your senior project moved us to tears

What had she meant by that? Sure, i put a lot of heart felt things inside my journal but i didn't think it deserved that much praise? Each page was a different story. The beginnings of my journal had a dark tint to them. That was before Edward had entered my life. With each day my pages became more colored, more lifelike. It was all due to him. But surely that wasn't all there was? Wait! Edwards journal!

I put mine down on the table and picked his up. It was lighter than mine and more elegant. Its pages were neat and slim. I opened up the first page.

All the things that i hold dear.

That was written in his elegant script. I turned the page. Each page was bits and pieces of Edward. He had gotten a picture of him playing the piano. He also added in bits of himself through poetry and simple words. He had done a beautiful job. Each picture sung so loud into my heart. I could see the pain in each page. He had drawn many pictures that depicted his life.

There was a page of him drawn standing alone inside a group. The next page was him standing on a dark road watching an ambulance drive away. Each page was a heart wrenching episode of his life. Each one was done in dark blacks and harsh grays. It was truly a piece of art.

I flipped through half the book before i found that the pages were changing. The drawing and pictures were starting to appear differently. The dark ink was being replaced with lighter ink. He had drawn in contrasts to make a difference, and the difference was staggering. This journal was like a piece of his life. It showed all the things that he held dear.

The next page i was looking at was a photo of me.

It broke my heart but not all in a bad way. He had pictures and drawings of me, of us. Each drawn in a lighter coloring and the feel of the picture was different. In the early stages of the book, the pages with Alice were dark and gloomy. Now he drew her in a happier light. He drew a picture of them holding hands. Her small frame made to seem stronger due to his stature. I also noticed something else. My face was everywhere. He drew me smiling, laughing, talking. He captured the many things that made me, me.

It was a beautiful representation of loss and a sense of peace. He had overcome his demons, made peace with himself, and it was partly due to me. It was enough to send a single tear cascading down my cheeks. Edward had found in me what he was always missing. A soul that matched his and was able to make him feel again.

He didn't see himself the same way anymore. I didn't see him the same way anymore. From that first day of senior year to the last day, he was forever changing. He didn't want me to see this book because it wasn't finished yet. The last page in his book was a drawing of us, standing in the meadow. The colors were all bright and warm. All the dark had been erased from his drawings. At the end, all that was left was light.

It made my heart break in a good and bad way. It was beautiful. Edward had created something so beautiful, so moving. The chairwoman had seen that and had granted me what i wished. Because of Edward i was going to college next fall. Because of Edward, things were constantly changing for the better. I needed to see him.

I still had an hour left of the half day, but that didn't seem to matter. I needed to see Edward, i needed to make sure he was alright. I needed to take him into my arms and hold him close. I needed to hold him to me and make him feel the love i felt for him. What he had done was change my life. If not for him i would have still been the lonely sad girl who dreamed of spreading her wings. Now i was the girl who not only spread her wings but also learnt to fly.

I left the school with my papers inside my purse. I was not going to stay for the celebration. I needed to find him. I pulled out my phone and tried to call his cell. There was no answer. I had no choice. I began to walk.

It was a downcast kind of day. It held nothing for my mood. I was happy and excited inside. I was also worried but i knew there had to be some logical answer to Edward not being there. This was also a big day for him as well. He had enough money that scholarships didn't matter, but he prided himself on doing well on his own. He had wanted to go to college just as badly as i did. Something must be keeping him away.

It was a longer walk than i had wished for. By the time i made it down his driveway, i was out of breath. My legs hurt from the miles i had just walked. But it was worth it, because in his driveway was his red Mustang. He was indeed at home. I sorta dreaded going to the door but i knew that today i had to push those thoughts away. I had also snagged Edwards packet from the auditorium. His scholarships that were awarded to him, if any, would be in here. I knew that he would want to see them.

I went to the ornate wooden door and knocked. It seemed like forever before someone came to the door. Esme opened the door. Her eyes were red and sunk in her face. Her usual cheery manner was downcast and sullen. What was going on? I dreaded what i was going to hear next.

"Is Edward here?" i asked softly. Esme eyes barely registered my face.

"Bella, we need to talk."

I didn't even comprehend a response. I followed her into the living room and she sat down on the couch, i sat next to her. What she said next, broke my heart.

Authors note:

Alright guys, the next two chapters will be the end of this amazing story. I am doing two chapters but they are not sequential. They will be two different endings. Pick which ending you like.

The reason i am doing this is because i want to impart deep thought about the meanings behind this, and also i want to please my fans. SO whichever ending you like, just stick with that one. Hopefully i shall have those ready for you guys. So thanks again and stay tuned :D