I stared back at him, dazed. This doesn’t look good. “Emmett, let’s get him out of here, will you drive his car?” Carlisle called out.

“No!” I cried and grabbed the door and slammed it shut like I was a five year old having a temper tantrum.

Emmett raised his eyebrows at me. He’s lost his mind.

I know why you don’t want to leave your car, Edward, but you must. Please, come with us. Think about Esme. She has been devastated for more than a week now. Alice pleaded silently

Emmett opened the door again and I could literally see the particles of air with her scent leaving the car. My face was so screwed up in pain it was unrecognizable.

“Come on, Edward. Get in the Mercedes,” Emmett coaxed.

It was too late; her scent was now free on the wind. It was late at night; the moon was high in the sky and yet the darkness was nothing compared to the blackness of my mind.

I still didn’t move, it felt like my legs wouldn’t support the new weight that I was carrying around. Memories flooded my mind.

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…,” I whispered.

“What a stupid lamb,” she sighed.

“What a sick masochistic lion.” I murmured.

Emmett dragged me from my car and helped me into the Mercedes. When he shut the door I leaned up against the window letting the blackness take me whole, I let it devour me. I was swimming in a pool of misery. I could hear their conversation but it was like I was dead, like I could witness it all but not participate.

He has to snap out of this. “What are we going to do with him?” Alice asked Carlisle.

“I don’t know – I’ve never seen a vampire catatonic before,” his eyebrow furrowed.

“Oh Carlisle, we have to do something. Maybe we should bring him back to Bella,” Esme whispered.

“That isn’t our decision,” he decided.

“Let’s take him back to Alaska with us and decide from there,” Alice murmured. Oh Edward, please snap out of it, please, for me. I miss you.

I blinked in response and through the tinted window I saw her face and she understood.

“Let’s go,” Emmett bellowed.