As Always, Love Bella

chapter three: Sorry

Dear Edward,

Jake and I got married last week. I think the fact that I have waited a week to write this is symbolism enough.

　

It was the happiest day of my life so far. Everyone there seemed happy, even Charlie! But then, I've always known how he felt about Jake. Though how he would feel if he knew about the legends being real would probably be another matter.

Emily, Leah and Kim helped me pick out my dress. They have quickly become my family, as have the rest of the pack. I miss all of you, of course. I kept thinking of how Alice, Rosalie and Esme would have helped. Well, taken over.

　

I know that I'm only 20 years old, and that Jake is barely 18, but neither of us saw the point in waiting. We love each other, and yes, there is a chance that Jake will imprint on someone else, but we don't care. What's the point in Jake putting his life on hold for something that may or may not happen?

　

We didn't have a honeymoon, we just spent the weekend together. I wouldn't have changed it for the world.

　

As Always, Love Bella.

　

　

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Lizzie

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My search did not have many hits. I was actually very surprised-nowadays most people turned up at least a dozen, but only three came up on my screen for "Edward Cullen".

　

I clicked on the one that said "Facebook page of Edward Cullen", but as soon as the page loaded realized it wasn't him. The man in the photographs in Mom's scrapbook was almost scarily beautiful. This one was just average. He looked as though he had the potential to be good-looking, but had wasted it. The arrow back to the previous page was the only thing I had time to click before my bedroom door was slammed back against the wall and Uncle Sam walked in.

　

He was angry--no--pissed at me, and the only reason I could think of was what Grandpa Billy had told me. If that was the reason for the look on his face, I would have no problem with just getting on my bike and not coming back for a few hours.

　

"You're not helping him, you know. All you are doing is hurting him even more. Bloody hell, Elizabeth, you're the only family he has left here. His daughters are in Hawaii and Washington D.C.. His only other grandkids are in Hawaii and the rest of your family is dead. You've been gone for three years. You weren't here to see him get even worse.

　

Do you even care how much you leaving hurt him? Your Dad, Allie, Em and Carl had been dead less than a year, and you just upped and left without considering how it would affect anyone else. I know you were hurting, Lizzie, but the rest of us were too. We would have helped you, we wanted to help you! All you had to do was talk, but instead you just locked yourself away.

　

You're family, Lizzie and we all love you, but you've got to start thinking about how your actions are affecting others, especially Billy."

　

While Uncle Sam talked he used his hands. I don't think he realized that he was moving them so much. It just seemed like he was so agitated that he had to use them to show me how much he meant the words he was saying.