I spotted a black, wooden box on her table top, with the words For Edward neatly written in gold on the cover. Without second thought, I was through the window and beside her desk, lifting the cover to reveal a stack of envelopes neatly placed atop of each other.

Dear Edward,

Tomorrow would make it a whole three months…three months since you left me. It’s funny how time pasts so quickly. School was fine today, same as always—dull, boring, pointless. I’ve been studying hard and completing my homework like I used to, though, just to please Charlie. Plus, I need something to do to keep myself busy anyway. Charlie wouldn’t stop telling me to get over it, get over us, to move on. But Edward, I could never. I know you told me, nothing reckless, but there are those days where I just don’t know how to carry on with my life, you know? I can’t get the memories of us out of my head, and to be honest, Edward, I don’t want to. Those precious memories are the last I have of you…now why would I want to rid of that, of you? Some days I’d wake up in the morning expecting to be wrapped in your embrace, only to find that dreadfully empty space I’ve left for you on my bed. I don’t know if I do it unconsciously, but it’s always there Edward. The nightmares won’t stop, too, and as silly as I know this is, I still leave my window open like I used to, even when it rains, I’d leave a gap, just so you’d know you’re welcome. But you never came, love. You never came back to kiss me awake when those nightmares haunt me at night. Maria has been teaching me new songs on your piano lately, and whenever my fingers dance across those sweet notes, it just brings me that much closer to you. I know why you love the instrument so much now. I do, too…And it’s nice to know that we’re still connected in some ways.

Well, I guess I’d better get going; I have another lesson with Maria in half an hour. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you, forever.

-Bella

I felt my stone heart shatter as I skimmed through those words. My Bella hasn’t given up on me, despite the hell I’ve put her through. I didn’t deserve her, I didn’t deserve anyone. I was a monster designed to kill, to hurt people, and I couldn’t even spare hurting the one I loved so dearly.