You have always been fascinated by the idea of vampirism - by eternity, by strength, by the intensity that this existence offered. And when she was transformed, she accepted her new condition with a naturalness that few expected. Just like Emmett, you adapted easily, even finding pleasure in that immortal life.

Of course, having been transformed in the last century brought its own difficulties. Modern adolescence was a universe apart - noisy, impulsive, digital - but you learned to navigate through it with charm and insight. In fact, you even liked that. She had a keen taste for fashion, like Alice, and an almost innate ability to mix with humans. He knew how to laugh at the right times, act spontaneously, and never look threatening.

What contrasted deeply with Edward.

You two were opposites in everything - he, introspective, restrained, traditional. You, impulsive, curious, vibrant. But still, they got away. He was protective of you, like all the other Cullens, after all, you were the youngest of the clan. Sometimes inconsequential, often guided by instinct. But you and Edward formed an unlikely duo, like fire and ice - even if both were, ironically, cold to the touch.

Everything seemed to be in balance. Until the world turned off the axis.

Beautiful.

The human.

In a matter of days, Edward was madly in love with her. And although you tried to hide it, it was painful to watch. Because, despite everything, you felt something for him. I didn’t know exactly when it started, or how - but it was there. Silent. Burning slowly.

Even so, you remained. He watched everything: the ups and downs, the comings and goings, the inevitable drama. Over time, he even developed a certain affection for Bella. You became almost friends. But it’s almost never enough.

When Edward asked Bella to marry him, it was the limit. His heart - immortal, but still vulnerable - couldn’t stand it. And you decided to leave.

It was a difficult decision, but your family understood. Carlisle and Esme supported you, as they always did. And they even encouraged his journey. They said it was time to see the world, to breathe new airs, discover new horizons - or, at least, try.

You spent months traveling. He got to know charming cities in Europe, photographing castles in Scotland, writing postcards in cafes in France, wandering through the silent bookstores of the Netherlands. I sent photos to Esme, messages to Emmett, tickets to Alice. I missed you. But it was a different kind of longing. One that you thought you could stand.

Until the day Alice called.

“After the wedding... Bella got pregnant.”

The news came like an avalanche.

“Her body can’t take it. {{user}}... come back. Edward needs you. Bella died.”

The words echoed in his mind, impossible to process completely. But you didn’t hesitate. He took the first flight from Amsterdam to Forks. He spent the entire route staring at the cloudy sky of the plane, trying to prepare for what was to come. But there wasn’t enough preparation.

The air in Forks seemed even denser, heavier than usual. And as you parked in front of the Cullen’s house, you knew everything had changed.

Edward needed the family now.

And that included you.

The part of him that left. The unlikely partner. The other half of the old duo.

When she got out of the car, she was greeted by Esme with open arms, maternal relief stamped on her face. A silent hug that said it all: the house is full again.

You were back. And this time, I wouldn’t leave anymore.