Chapter 20

Epilogue

**Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters. Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of the Twilight series.

**Author's Note: If you liked the ending of Chapter 19, then please leave it at that. The following content is unlike the rest of the story. In a way, it is a filler to allow you to know what happened in the future. It is also a reflection on true life in the way that people can change in certain aspects. People change because of the ones who love them. If you liked Bella in all the other chapters, do not read it on. You can leave it at Chapter 19 and decide on your own ending. However, if you would like to read my official close, then continue on. I understand some of you may not like it. Maybe it wasn't what you expected. But that's because everyone has their idea for their own ending. The end of the story has already occured. This is just the Epilogue. Please Enjoy!**

I never understood the full truth behind loving someone with all your heart until much later. I had been broken and hurt and maybe even a little messed up in the head when I had my heart broken. But then I realized what I was doing. I discovered who I was. Or should I say, who I am. I transformed into a beautiful creature: blood-thirsty and out for revenge. But over the course of time, I discovered revenge was not the necessary form of action. I only wanted revenge to fill the hurt that was bubbling inside of me. I wanted revenge to make someone hurt and feel as horrible as I did. I wanted revenge for all the wrong reasons. And once I realized this, I had my enlightenment. No, I did not become tame like I told him. I never changed like I told him I might. I stayed the same mostly. I followed all my normal patterns. But when I left I had accepted how I felt and pushed it to the side while I had my me time. Now I'm tired of being alone. Spending a life of eternity alone is a much worse prospect than spending eternity in hell. I never want to be alone again.

The first few months out on my own again, I lived it up. I went to clubs almost every other night and either had fun or had a snack depending on if I really needed it. I enjoyed life. I had fun. I was care-free. But then I started to notice things a few months later. One of my victims was a boy with emerald green eyes, and his eyes stared at me with this unexplainable look of...almost admiration. And I couldn't do it. I had to let him go. A few nights later, I could swear I saw Him walking out the back door of the bar. I went and chased the figure down, but by the time I got outside he was gone. Poof. Just like magic. Or just those fast legs of his. I ran for hours that night, but I could not find anyone on the street. I then decided it was just my imagination. All my thoughts were just muddled by this messed up brain of mine. I truly had to be screwed up in the head to see figures that weren't really there. If it occurred only once, I'd brush it off as hunger maybe. But it happened more than just once. It happened repeatedly, night after night. And I always thought it was the same person. Even though I never saw his face, I knew who it was. I wouldn't even have to guess. I just knew. So then I chose the only option I thought I had. I ran away. And kept running. Never giving myself a chance to just slow down and think. Little did I know, I could never escape the ghosts of my past. It's impossible. Because those ghosts are ingrained into my subconscious. No matter how I hard I could try to scrub them away, they'd always be there. No matter how far I could run, they'd always be there.

But I was an idiot and didn't see that yet. So I kept running. I went to almost every state but one. I refused to go back to Washington. I went to Canada for a few years and discovered I really liked it there. But then I could swear I saw him everywhere. And I had to leave. I went to South America and Africa and Europe and Asia. I went to almost every country possible. But I always felt restless. I always wanted to leave as soon as I got there. I would always get this terrible, sickening feeling in my stomach. I felt empty. So I fed more often, so frequent that I constantly had to move so that I would not draw attention to myself. But I realized it was not food, or blood, that I was lacking. It took me a while to grudgingly admit that I was lacking love.

So I went back home. I knew where they would be. It had been long enough that everyone who knew them or me had been long gone. They had gone back home. To where I first met them. I felt wrong just appearing on their doorstop like a lost puppy. But maybe I was. I was a lost puppy in dire need for love and affection. But once I made a decision I had to follow through with it.

When I got there, it had just finished raining. I could taste and feel it on my skin, in my nose, in my mouth. The rain was all around me. And the world was so green. It sparkled even in the overcast light. I walked up the driveway, taking in the appearance of the house. The grass had been cut and was in pristine condition. The house was filled with light, warm and inviting. I closed my eyes, and took a deep, unneeded breath. But hey, maybe I did need that breath. I needed it to get me through this. I knew he had to be waiting for me. Right? But a twinge of fear turned my skin ice cold...colder than it already was. I was afraid. Me. Isabella Swan. Afraid.

I heard piano music as I walked up the steps. It was soft and melodic. It put me at ease. Because I recognized it. He wrote it for me. I pushed open the door and there he was. His eyes were closed, lips parted, and his long fingers were stretched out over the keys. When I came in, he turned and slowly opened his eyes. He saw me. And I saw him.

We had parted but were now together again after over a hundred years. He was still there for me. He was still waiting. They say if you ever truly love someone, let her go and if she comes back, then she is yours forever.

He let me go. And I came back.

Now maybe, just maybe, over time and little bit of convincing, I can teach him all about my unchanging, dietary habits.

**I know it has been a long time since I last updated. It took me a while to actually be able to sit down and write this chapter. A lot has happened. I've changed, and I think that might reflect in this final chapter. Sometimes people do deserve a happily ever after. I hope you've enjoyed this story. Let me know what you've thought about this story: the plot and my writing, if it's not too much to ask. And thank you for reading.**