I don't own twilight. What I own is my character's behavior, personality, background, and plot of my story.
Author's Note at the end.
She watches Cece play with Rosalie's twins in the falling leaves. Time goes by. Days went by and before she knew it, it was months. Time has a funny way of moving without her. It feels like she lost parts of herself with it. Or, maybe she intentionally forgot them behind because she doesn't know how to live with them anymore.
Life went on; the good, the bad, and the almosts. The almost happily ever after. The almost married. The almost peace. The almost family. The almost happy.
Now, she smiles not in spite of life, but to spite it. She can't give up. She can't let go. She won't let go. She has Cece to think of. She can't let go.
"What are you smiling at?" Rosalie asks nudging her shoulder.
"At life," she replies looking straight ahead at the fall in all its glorious colors.
"What about it?" Rosalie asks.
Bella turns to her and tells her, "Just two months ago, you were worried about you and Emmett getting a divorce. Now I am the one getting a divorce."
It's ego. Bella doesn't know how to reach out to him, and he has given up on giving in. She doesn't know how to reach out to someone. What do you say? How do you say it? She doesn't know. She could use Cece if she wanted too, but she refuses to stoop to that level.
Cece talks to him almost daily and he visits with her whenever she is at Charlie's place. Sometimes, Cece returns upset and demanding that he moves back with them. Other times, she returns contemplative and quiet. Recently, she has been returning happy. It seems that she finally understood that they will never return and is content making due with what little time she has with him.
"Is it finalized?" Rosalie asks her.
"Of course not, it will take time," Bella replies not bothering to tell her that no amount of finalizing will make her feel better. Things take time. Heartache takes time. Healing takes time. Moving on takes time. Moving forward takes time. Letting go of the pieces of your heart that only one person knows is hard. What's the point of keeping those pieces around when you personally don't know how to read them?
Rosalie places her arm around Bella's shoulders and rubs them before saying, "Maybe, it's for the better." Bella is silent but her thoughts scream loudly in wonder of what could be better.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Rosalie asks her, "Have you spoken to Edward recently?"
That's another person who reached their last chapter in her life. A months after receiving his first letter through Emmett, Bella wrote her own one and asked Emmett to hand it to him. He never sent her a letter again.
She doesn't remember what she exactly wrote, but she remembers how angry she was. It had been a long day at work in which she had multiple hiccups. She was looking for a break when Marco called her. She had then thought that he wanted her back, or that he would extend her an olive branch. He had moved out only 10 days before then, but then he made his request and her hopes were shattered. Never before had she hated a high school jersey as she did then.
To say that she was angry when Emmett showed up with his letter is an understatement. She was furious. In blind fury she wrote him words that were harsher than a dead heart. Maybe she thinks now that she shouldn't have written it, but in retrospect she will realize that she did the right thing. She would not have been able to let go otherwise.
"Do you ever wonder?" Rosalie asks Bella who understands her without needing to finish her question.
"Only when I hate myself," Bella replies after a minute of silence. Too bad, she hates herself more than she cares to admit.
hello lovely people,
So this is the last chapter in this story. The only thing left is the outtake. I know this is the place where you are supposed to write sentimental things as an author, but sense I am posting the outtake at the same time, I will save it for the outtake.
So please tell me what you think of the epilogue, and then go to the outtake.