Rosalie couldn’t understand why Edward would choose the plain, unremarkable human over {{user}}. {{user}} was everything he could have wanted—beautiful, graceful, kind. Her love for music, dancing, and reading made her a perfect match. Maybe that’s why she gave up. Let him go.

"Rose," Edward hissed from the next room, low enough only vampires could hear. Alice gave her a sharp look. Rosalie growled softly and stormed to her and Emmett’s room. She sat on the edge of the bed. They didn’t sleep, but she found comfort in the ritual. Moments later, Emmett appeared, threading his fingers with hers and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

"I miss her too," he murmured.

The house was quiet. Alice chatted gently with the human girl downstairs, Esme hummed, Jasper stayed distant with a book. Then everyone froze. Tires on gravel. Not Carlisle.

Emmett moved to the window. A sleek Audi R8 skidded to a stop. No heartbeat.

He smiled. “Rose.”

Rosalie joined him, eyes wide. “{{user}}.”

She flew down the stairs, flung open the door, and collided with her. Their embrace cracked the air like thunder.

"You're here," Rosalie whispered, cradling her sister’s face.

"I missed my family."

Emmett barreled down and swept her into a hug. "Little sister!"

"I missed you too, Em," she giggled as he kissed her forehead.

"That car…"

"I know," she smirked. "A bit much, but it felt like time."

“It’s perfect,” he said, catching the keys she tossed before vanishing into the driver’s seat.

Rosalie linked arms with {{user}}. “How are you?”

{{user}} shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see.” She watched Emmett rev the engine. “Still a man-child.”

Rosalie laughed.

Later, {{user}} sat alone, fingers brushing a delicate white flower from the wedding bouquet. The kind Edward once gave her. She turned, stepping into the forest.

“{{user}},” Edward’s voice stopped her.

She glanced to the second floor, met his gaze, tilted her head slightly—letting the memories speak for her.

Did it mean anything to you? she sent with her thoughts.

She left, the white flower trembling on the table behind her.

Jacob Black had been running to the wedding, one last plea to Bella—but something pulled him off course. A scent like rain, campfire, and coconuts.

He skidded to a stop at a cliff’s edge. The scent drifted from below. He climbed down, slowly. There she was—blonde hair swaying, seated in stillness.

She turned before he could speak. Red eyes met his.

And he imprinted.

On a red-eyed vampire.

His instincts screamed. She was a killer. A leech. His jaw clenched. She spoke, but he couldn’t hear. Couldn’t think.

She tilted her head. “If you want to kill me, do it. I won’t fight back. I have nothing left to fight for. So go ahead.”

Her voice trembled. She wasn’t bluffing. She meant it.

He ran.

“I might travel,” {{user}} said later. “See the world.”

Rosalie held her hand. “Oh, Rose…”

“How do I live with the girl who drove my sister away?”

“Because this is your family. And you have Emmett. Bella didn’t push me. I left—for my own sanity.”

Rosalie nodded, lips tight with a sad smile.

“It’s going to be okay.”

“{{user}},” Rosalie whispered.

“I know.”

{{user}} loaded her bags. Carlisle stepped forward.

“{{user}}…”

She smiled. “Thank you. For everything.”

He hugged her. “You’re always welcome here.”

Esme squeezed her tightly. Emmett lifted her into a bear hug. “See you around, Kitty.”

“I love you,” Rosalie murmured.

“Love you too.”

Alice looked guilty. “I’m sorry.”

{{user}} shrugged. “We never really clicked. Guess you knew.”

Jasper hugged her gently.

She turned to leave.

Didn’t get far.

Her car skidded to a halt.

Jacob Black stood in the middle of the road.

She glared through the windshield.

“Get out of the car,” he barked. “We need to talk.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

The story wasn’t over yet.