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Their Fall
Our days were filled with sorrow now. And while it was not in my nature to point a finger at anyone, I couldn't help but blame Edward. Edward had ripped my family apart, and the blackest part of my soul hated him for that. Yes, I was surrounded by those who loved me, but we all were affected by Edward's rash decision.
Carlisle, my Carlisle, never smiled anymore. HIs kisses were bittersweet, and he second guessed his every move. Emmett's natural joy of existence had slowly drained away without his brother. And Jasper wasn't any help. He stayed locked in our dull emotions, and struggled to separate his own feelings.
Rosalie was… Rosalie. She wasn't exactly happy, but she didn't seem to feel the depression that engulfed the rest of us. She seemed convinced that things would go back to normal once "Edward stops pining after that stupid human." But I'd heard Rosalie releasing her frustration in the garage, and I'd seen her stroke Edward's piano more than once. I knew she missed him as much as the rest of us. Alice was a rock for us. She lived in the future, always so sure of herself. She seemed convinced that Edward wouldn't be able to stay away for long.
Edward. I missed him so much. He was my first child, figuratively speaking, and it wasn't a secret that I adored him more than my other children. I missed his smile, the light shining from his eyes, the sound of his thoughts emanating from the piano.
And I missed Bella. The third daughter I would never have. I missed the warmth she brought to us, and the transformation Edward had gone through when she was around. So when he decided to leave, the family was shattered.
And I couldn't imagine someone so in love, like Bella, just being able to go about her day normally. She had to be suffering as much as we were.
We endured in silence, though. It did not good to comment on the emptiness. We were holed up in Tanya's home, lounging on sofas and chairs, not speaking, not looking at each other. The Denali coven had tactfully given us much-needed time alone, so it was just my fragmented family.


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