Every time I enter the Cullen’s house, I get this awkward feeling. It’s just too mysterious. I mean it doesn’t look like those houses of the devil like the stories, but still, I mean I still remember the room Edward showed me when he told me about the history of Carlisle, now that one was interesting. Edward’s room is sort of mysterious, but it’s mysterious in a normal way, but I like it.

I’ve decided to wait for him in his room, I thought it’s perfect for it makes me think about us. He has changed some few stuff since I last entered it, still looks good though. While I was trying to close the window (the wind was kind of cold) I noticed a big weird object on the new table beside the window.

The object was as I suspected a huge box that looked ancient, not vintage, but rather antique. It wasn’t locked, so I took the liberty of opening it and looking inside, to find it was nothing but books and documents. They looked like literature books or rather history, there were about a dozen books, I couldn’t presume anything familiar from the titles: “the lost memoirs of Luke Richofious’ ‘the memoirs of John McRickon’ ‘Edward Yollinkaus’ ‘Matthew Curdrew’ and there was one that looked different and even bigger “the tragedy of a thousand years”. Accidentally while was holding the latest one I drop a little piece of paper, cut in a half with few typed words on it:

‘Dearest Edward,

I love you and you have to be aware of my affections for you! I had come to a conclusion that I should be aware of the circumstances of my decisions.

I know that you love me, I have your voice echo in my heart everyday! I had received your offer and promised to come back. I considered living with you and promised I would make a proper companion.

It was never my intention to break my promise, but sometimes faith leads you to unpredictable positions.'

That all was written, I stood for a moment thinking about it, what could be this, Who sent this one, how come Edward never told me about it, am I too stupid not to know. I felt betrayed.