A Love Too Remember

I don’t own twilight Stephanie Meyer does, but I do wish to be able to send a piece of myself out into the world for others to enjoy and wish for them to feel the same. Enjoy.

Rosalie~

                It has been 55 years since we last seen Bella Swan, after we left my family was never the same again. The love of my life Emmett doesn’t joke, my sister Alice doesn’t shop, my brother Jasper stays away from everyone so he doesn’t feel our emotions, my mother Esme has locked herself away from everyone to cry in silence, My father Carlisle works nonstop, and my other brother Edward….He has been on suicide watch for the last few years; he is always trying to go to the Voultri to die.

                Which led me here; to volunteering at the retirement home in Maine the town we moved to after we left, I just couldn’t deal with the family. I pulled the jacket closer to my body so the rain wouldn’t ruin my hair; I entered the main office of the home and walked up to the front desk. A woman who looked of 35 sat in the chair as I walked up she spit her gum out and stood. I smiled and put my hood down and smoothed my hair.

                “You must be Rosalie Hale, am I right?” she asked, I liked people like this who don’t stair at us of our inhumanly beauty. I nodded, she smiled and grabbed a nametag off the file cabinet and handed it to me. “Here you go, just walk straight and take a left there will be an office room and a woman named Claire will be waiting for you”

                “Thank you” I said and followed her instructions, the place smelled warm and inviting but with cleaning supplies mixed in. the office door was open I knocked on the door and Claire looked up.

                “Hello, you must be Rosalie” I walked further in and shook her hand; she flinched from the cold but said nothing.

                “Please call me Rose” she smiled, let go of my hand and turned to her desk. As she rummaged through papers I stood by the door and fiddled with my wedding ring, Claire pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of the pile and turned back to me.

                “Were going to put you with Miss. Swan” I bit the inside of my cheek but nodded, it couldn’t be Bella could it? No Bella wouldn’t be here and if she was she would have a different last name…wouldn’t she? Claire led the way, we passed many doors and pictures as we headed down the blue faded shag carpet. We stopped outside door 321 she knocked lightly and waited, a small “come it” came from the other side of the door. Claire opened the door to a woman sitting in a wheelchair looking out the window. “What are you doing Miss Swan?” Claire asked as we entered the room.

                “I’m just remembering” the elder woman said and wheeled herself around. She had long gray with speckles of brown in it; her face was wrinkled from age but held a warm smiled and the same dark brown eyes. “Please call me Bella, Miss Swan makes me feel old” she said with a laugh. Bella…it’s Bella.

(I was going to end it there but that would have been mean)

Claire smiled and turned to me,

                “Bella, this is Miss. Rose Hale, Rose of Corse this is Bella” she was right on that one. I smiled and walked over to her hoping she wouldn’t remember me. She smiled and took my hand not even flinching at temperature.  Her other hand came up and cover my own, so she was holding my hand.

                “You look like my grandbaby, you’re just as beautiful” I smiled.

                “Thank you” Claire cleared her throat.

                “I should be heading back to the office so if there is any problem you no where to find me” I nodded and she left the room leaving me alone with Bella.

                “Rose” oh no here it comes she’s going to recognize me. “Would you like to hear about my children?” she doesn’t remember not at all.

                “Yes Bella, I would love to hear about your children”

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