The Twilight Saga


It has been 20 years since Edward left. Bella never stopped loving him.
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After All These Years


Setting: 20 years after Edward leaves in New Moon.

Chapter 1

Unlike some people, I loved washing dishes. It was the time that I allowed my mind to wander freely; the time where I replayed the day in my head; the time when I allowed memories to wash over me. Maybe it was the warm water. Maybe it was the feeling of washing everything away. Maybe it was that the window over the sink faced the forest and brought Edward back to my mind each day.

I didn’t push Edward from my mind anymore. The first year after he left, I couldn’t even think of him without clutching myself in physical pain. I couldn’t bear to say his name…couldn’t bear to hear it. But that had changed over the years. I welcomed the memories now. For me, there would never be another love. I knew I had found my one true love as a young woman. I knew Edward was the only piece that could complete me. Twenty years later, I still loved him.

Tonight, Edward was so clear in my mind. Jacob and his family had surprised me with a birthday cake. It was the first birthday since Charlie had died and they didn’t want me to be alone. I preferred to skip over birthday celebrations. Like most women, the thought of getting older was offensive, but for me birthdays also signified the end. The end of Edward and me-----the memory of my eighteenth birthday party at the Cullen’s was one of my blackest memories.

Jake and I remained best friends all these years. He imprinted on Anna when he was nineteen and they were married shortly after. Life had changed for Jacob after the Cullens left Forks. He no longer shape shifted. There was no need. Once in a great while, he would tell me that he smelled a sweet smell in the air, warning me to be careful. I think he thought it would scare me. It never did. I only hoped that meant that an old friend was passing by, or more importantly, Edward was near.

As I washed and dried the last plate, I replayed Jacob’s last words to me tonight. “Lock up good tonight, Bells. I smell a strong sweetness in the air.” He had no idea how I wished that were true.

I hung the dishtowel to dry and went out on the back stoop, staring at the forest. It was dark, but it didn’t scare me. Before turning in for the night I spoke out loud, “Good night, Edward. I love you.”





Chapter 2

I still kept the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I had repainted and gotten new furniture along the years. But in all those years, I never replaced the mattress. It was there that we talked for hours; there that he held me, and that we kissed. It was worn now, and honestly my back would most definitely benefit from a new mattress. I just couldn’t part with it.

I got ready for bed and turned on the bedside lamp. I opened my window a crack, like I had every night since he left. Then I took out my journal. I always wrote in it on nights that I felt particularly preoccupied with memories. I learned years ago that writing my thoughts down would often ward off the nightmares I had so often. Somehow I wasn’t sure it would help tonight. My journal, like anything else about my life, was not a typical journal. I actually wrote letters to Edward. I had filled over a dozen blank books with letters to him. Maybe someday, when I was gone, he would read them and understand the depth of my love for him. He would know that I figured out why he really left and that I eventually forgave him. Tonight was a night I knew I needed to write to him. And so I began…

My Dearest Edward,
I’ve missed you so much today. It’s my birthday. I turned thirty-eight today. That means it is almost 20 years to the day since you’ve been gone. I never would have believed that I would be without you after all these years. On days like today, I still feel the hole in my chest. I know it was your love for me that allowed you to leave. But, I wonder, do you still think of me? I love you, Edward...as much now as ever before.

I stopped there because tears were making it difficult to write. I cried myself softly to sleep.

Shortly afterwards, the nightmare began. It was always the same when it came. Wandering in the forest. Calling out his name. Crying. Never finding him. Feeling so alone. And then…waking up in a cold sweat, sobbing for what I would never have again.
I tried to calm myself, counting my breaths, in and out.

Then I heard his voice, “Bella.”

I sat upright and looked around the room. It was empty, of course. But, I didn’t feel alone in the room. Oh, God. Tonight was particularly bad. I was having delusions again. It was years since I had heard the delusions this clearly. I tried to concentrate harder. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in…

I felt a cool breeze in the room and instinctively pulled the blanket higher to my chin.

“Edward?” I whispered into the dark room.


Table of Contents
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Chapters 1 & 2- on header of each page
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Chapter 15 -This is not clickable....look for it near p. 34

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21

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Chapter 3

I waited in the dark as if I truly expected his answer. Of course, there was no answer. I flopped back on my pillow. How many years would I do this to myself? Forever. I would do this forever, because that is how long I would go on loving him. During the day, I was always more rational. I knew that he was never coming back and I had come to terms with it. Bella the widow. That’s how I saw myself. But the nights were the times that I still held out hope. Hope that the seventeen year old boy that I loved would one day walk back into my life. “Oh, Bella,” I sighed aloud. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing once more. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out….

I startled when I heard the alarm go off. I had fallen back asleep? I looked at the clock, groaning, it was 8:30. I would have to open up the store by ten. But, it was Saturday and it was a short day. I only kept the store open until 5 on Saturdays.

I had owned the bookstore for ten years now. Bella’s Books, not a very creative name, I know, but it had been a welcome addition to Forks. The nearest bookstore was in Port Angeles and our small library was limited in selection. The store not only filled my need for books, but it also made a modest profit. Most importantly it had let me make my life in Forks permanent.

As much as Charlie had loved having me in Forks, he had encouraged me to leave when it was time to go off to college. Instead I went to the community college and got a two-year degree in business. For the next eight years I kept the books for Newton’s Sporting Goods. It didn’t pay a lot, but then I didn’t need a lot either. Charlie kept hoping I’d take a job in Seattle. I knew he thought if he could get me away from Forks, I’d find someone and start a family like my friends had. I knew that would never happen, no matter where I was. And honestly, I just figured, if Edward ever did come back, I’d be here waiting for him.

And so for the past ten years, I had rented the store right next to Newton’s Sporting Goods. As I unlocked the door for the day, I smiled taking in the old store. Beautiful hardwood flooring gleamed in the rare sunlight coming through the front picture windows, the smell of lemon oil coming off the polished wood bookcases, colorful book jackets decorating tabletops and display stands. This was my other home.

A couple of years ago I started having book clubs meet at the store. Reading was my passion and I had made some wonderful friends at these book talks. Angela was always a regular and often Jessica would join the group as well. Angela had married Ben and had both a boy and a girl. Jessica and Mike had also married and had three boys. I was a godmother to Angela’s daughter and Jessica’s youngest son. For several years, they both tried to set me up on dates, before they finally gave up and let me be Bella. Just Bella.

The day moved quickly. I had a children’s story hour in the morning, a teen book club at noon, and a large UPS shipment of new Stephenie Meyer books to check in and set out for display. In between, I helped customers find books on everything from romance classics to the latest low fat cookbook. I loved my job. I loved my store. I loved my friends. I smiled looking around. Life was pretty good after all, I thought.

It was getting close to five and I was just finishing up the Stephenie Meyer display when I took a look around to see who was still left in the store. There was a pregnant woman looking at a book on baby names, a mom and her son deciding on a Dr. Seuss book and someone wearing a hooded sweatshirt in the philosophy section.

“All set?” I asked as I rang out the mom and her son. He had chosen Horton Hears a Who. “An excellent choice.” I said handing the mother a flyer advertising our weekly story hour. “Put your hoods up, “ I told them looking out the window at the pouring rain.

I noticed that the pregnant woman had exited, leaving only one person in the store. It was just about five so I said out loud, “I’m going to be closing up in a few minutes, if you need more time, I ‘m open from 10-8 on Monday.”

Ring Ring

“Bella’s Books” I said, answering the phone.

“Bella-It’s Jake. Are you alright?”

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“ I drove through town an hour or so ago. I just know there are bloodsuckers around. I can’t get that crazy sweet smell out of my nose. I’m wondering if I should pick you up and make sure you get home alright.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jake. I’m fine. You stay put with your family. I’m just about to lock up here and head home for some dinner and a good book. I’ll call you when I get home, ok?”

“OK. But be aware of your surroundings, alright?”

“You’re a good friend, Jake.” I said hanging up the phone.

I turned around to see my last customer staring at his books on the counter, the black hood still covering his head. “Did you find what you needed?” I asked.

He lifted his head, and looked into my eyes, “Yes……I did.” He said emotionally.

I stared back into his eyes…so golden. I gasped. “Edward?”

He looked up from under his dark lashes, pushing the hood from his tussled bronze hair. He nodded. “It’s me Bella. I’m sorry-- I know I shouldn’t be here. If you tell me to leave, I’ll be gone.”
I was dumbstruck. Was this real? Was I hallucinating? I couldn’t remember how to talk. I was trying desperately to remain standing upright. Trying to remember how to breathe. The tears came on their own, but even that couldn’t break my stare.

“Are you ok, Bella? Should I leave?” he whispered unsure of himself.

I reached up to touch his cheek. I needed to feel for myself that there was actually a person standing in front of my and not just an apparition. He felt so cold, so hard, so perfectly Edward. “No” I managed to croak out, “Don’t go.”
Okay, now you did it.
*Crying.*
What a sweet reunion. ^.^
ok..um, I never cried when reading new moon, but I'm crying now...its a great story...aw
I'm sooo crying.

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