EPOV

                We were sitting in Carlisle’s study. I suddenly felt very nervous. He watched me fidget.

                “What’s this about, Edward?”

                “Bella.”

                “Of course. Could you be more specific?” His amber eyes twinkled, amused, at me.

                “I just don’t know what she’s thinking. I was wondering if you might have some insights for me.” My tone was unbearably hopeful.

                “Well, I haven’t seen Bella in 50 years either so I can only guess. What exactly are you wondering about?”

                “Do you think…that she…”

                “Loves you? Edward, my son, I have no idea. I would like to believe that the answer is yes, but so much has changed.” He was looking at me, pained. “I’m sorry.”

                “It’s okay. I appreciate your honesty. Do you think she’s angry? At me, I mean.”

                “Anyone in her position should be.” He said, but his eyes were kind. Carlisle, above everyone else, had understood my decision. “But Bella has always surprised me.” I felt hope blossom in my chest.

                “Do you think she can forgive me?”

                “I don’t know. I think you should ask her. I’m sorry I can’t be of much help, Edward.”

                “It’s okay.” I said again. He looked at me sadly.

                “If it’s any consolation, Bella loved you, Edward, really loved you. I don’t think that kind of love just goes away. What you did, you did out of love. That has to count for something.” Nodded.

                “I hope so.” I left this study, feeling more confused than before. No one could forgive what I had done. Bella never did what I expected. I clung to that fact like a drowning man to a life preserver. She would surprise me. She always did.

CPOV

                I rubbed my hands over my face. I wished that I could have helped him. Those two were meant to be together. I had never seen a couple more suited. The pain in Edward’s eyes had been so unmistakable. There are some things that even a doctor can’t cure. They had to fix this themselves. I only wished that it didn’t hurt them so much.

                “Is he alright?” Esme’s beautiful voice said. I looked up and saw her standing framed in the doorway.

                “I think so. He needs to talk to Bella.” She came and sat in my lap, putting her arms around me. I cradled her close, feeling much better.

                “He will. Everything will work out.”

                “I hope so.”