Carlisle should be older, 10 years older. People noticed it, Carlisle started getting glances. The Cullen patriarch asked for a vacation from his job. They have to go. Rosalie still remembers how much of a mess it was to plan this, to plan convincing stories and let the family's "friends" know a few clues here and there that would make the story more convincing.

But it was mostly you and Bella's fault.

Edward spent hours trying not to panic, trying to think of a way to be with Bella, but he always ended up going back to the thoughts of how much he could harm her life, her future. He was always dramatic, and Rosalie would have mocked him if she wasn't going through the same thing.

She tried to convince herself that it wouldn't be a bad thing, that you would continue your life as if she hadn't existed, as if she hadn't promised to live with and for you, as if you hadn't danced and planned a future wedding, a future life.

She swore on everything that you would be okay when she said you were a toy that she had enough fun with when she had to say goodbye, and she wished she could want to cry when she saw your reaction.

And she honestly wanted to be swallowed by the earth right now, your scent flooding her nostrils and clouding her mind even as she put the other 10 boxes of items from the living room back into the family home.

She was perfectly listening to the conversation Edward and Bella were having after they had reunited like a couple again, but all she cared about was you outside, leaning against Bella’s truck, eyes on the forested landscape around the house, waiting for Bella to finish talking so you could walk her home, like Charlie had asked you to do.

She hated how you ignored her since the family got back together to Forks, hated how the nicknames were gone, how you only answered her when needed, how you hadn't really looked at her until now. And she hated it most of all when you didn't look at her when she took hesitant, cautious steps up to the Cullens' front door, watching you from afar, hesitati