One day, you decided to fake your own death, disappearing without a trace of your existence. Either you wanted to do this to burden your old life to live a better one, or for other personal reasons.

Edward didn't believe this at first, he knew that you were alive, somewhere. Well, it wasn't until when your 'death' was official. Hearing this, Edward's hope for you disappeared, but, there was a small bit of hope that...maybe...it was all staged, and that you were alive, but, if it was staged, why?

One day, he went over to your grave, with some pair of flowers of your favorites. Until he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened.

It was you, but different somehow. And, you were right there, standing at your own grave.