a/n: Hello dear friends.

Sooo... this is it! Yep, it's true.

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Now, without any further delay, i give you...

the end of MitA!

See you at the bottom.

(I do not own them but do you know what i own? A sense of emptiness and a certain sadness. It was an amazing journey.)

Edward

"Hello, mother... Hello, father. I'm sorry I haven't been around lately… I know! … I know. It's just… It had to be, you know? But I'm here now. I'm here."

I got down, sitting on the ground, and placed a red rose at the feet of where the stone was, under the cover of green weeds. I didn't waste time ripping them away. There was no point; they were going to grow again after a while. I placed one of my hands on top of it and sighed.

"I miss you, you know? Both of you. And it's sad because… because I don't remember how you looked like anymore, what your voices sounded like or how you smelled. But that doesn't stop me from missing you. I wish… I wish you were here with me, right now. I've been through so much, I wanted to share so much with you two!"

I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. My shoulders were shaking violently and I couldn't stop. It was as if I had always managed to keep certain feelings at bay, control them, control me, but being there… It completely undid me. It had been too long. But as soon as I felt her hand rest over my left shoulder, a wave of calm rushed through me. I immediately stopped trembling and breathed deeply. She always knew what to do. She didn't even need to talk, just the smell of her perfume and her touch were enough.

"Mother, this is Bella. You remember her… Yes, I told you plenty about her." I chuckled. "Yes, that's her! Yes, I do. I love her, she knows it. And she loves me to! Can you believe it? Me!"

Bella got down and sat next to me, gave me a smile and grabbed my hand. She squeezed it lightly, calming me, and then spoke.

"Hi! I'm Bella. I've been hearing so much about you, Esme. Edward keeps telling me how kind you were and how beautiful you were. He says you had a great heart."

She lowered her voice, like she was whispering to my mother. "You know what? I think he takes it after you."

We both chuckled and looked at each other, smiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And Carlisle, I bet Edward takes after you too. You know, it was hard for me to take him away from that lab of yours! He almost cried while we watched it burn. But I think, in the end, he was relieved. I hope you're not mad at me."

"He isn't Bella. You did the right thing." I squeezed her hand.

It was amazing how she had always known what to do.

We stood there for a while, how long? I wasn't sure. It didn't matter.

I had missed those woods; I had missed those tall trees, the sounds of those animals, the smells that were so familiar again. I inhaled deeply and smiled.

"You ready?" She asked me, with a certainty in her voice. She was the strong one, always had been. She knew what to say, how to say it, what to do, how to do it.

She got up, cleaned her sexy little butt and stretched her hand towards me. I grabbed it without hesitation and rose from the ground. She brought her other hand to my ass and began cleaning it, with a sexy smirk on her lips. "There, all cleaned!" She smiled at me with that innocent look she always liked to give me, that she knew drove me crazy.

"Thank you, milady!" I answered, tapping her on her butt. She yelped and laughed. We looked like teenagers. It was light and fun and I was having the greatest time of my life.

We walked, hand in hand, towards the end of the woods.

"Isn't it weird?" She asked me. "Knowing that it's all gone?"

It really was. We had come across a local news article that was interesting, to say the least.

"Cold Cases: Haunted House mysteries

125 years after the disappearance of the Masen family and 120 years after the brutal multiple homicide that took the life of 3 innocent people, at the Forest House, another mystery still feeds the beliefs of several people who claim the house is haunted.

The disappearance of Isabella Swan, a 25 year old American who was the daughter of Renee Peterson, a believer who had bought the house, with hopes of discovering what was happening there, made the inhabitants of Bibury concerned about their safety. Jacob Black, a friend of the young woman, told us "she had been acting weird for some time now. I tried talking to her; make her understand she could be in danger. But she dismissed me and even laughed at me. I guess… I guess she shouldn't have laughed after all."

Now, 20 years after Isabella's vanishing, the house is going to be demolished. Not only no one is interested in buying it, it is too old and its structure has become too unstable. The demolition is going to take place next week.

Can it be that the Forest House is really haunted? Where are Edward, Esme and Carlisle Masen? Who killed Rose Dawson, Henry Turner and Ann Turner? Where is Isabella Swan?"

We were staring into the empty space that once had a house. There were no longer stone walls, yellow glass windows, rosebushes or tulips, no upper floor or attic or roof. All that was left was the tree that for so long was the way of getting in and out of the house and a gigantic pile of construction waste. It was a bittersweet feeling. We knew we couldn't have kept staying there, we needed to move out and move on, but seeing the place where we had once lived in, turned into nothing, it was sad.

"It is but… I guess it was time. I mean… the house was too old already. Who would want to live in it? And this is still the middle of nowhere." I gestured to our surroundings. It was weird how some things and places kept changing but Bibury always remained the same.

"Yeah… and who would want to live in a house that was believed to be haunted? I mean, think! Seven people, Edward! Either dead or missing." She laughed while she said it and showed me seven fingers. "I know I wouldn't!"

"You're right. It was spooky!" I laughed.

"Hey! Don't laugh, it was! You were! That first night I saw you!" But she wasn't serious; she was pointing at me and laughing too.

I turned to her and looked at her face. She was still as beautiful as she had been when I had met her. After all those years I didn't love her any less. I looked into her deep and shiny orange eyes and red lips and, brushing my thumbs over her pale cheeks, I brought my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. I could easily lose myself in her. I didn't need anything else but her… and blood. Okay.

After an eternity of kissing and touching, in front of those ugly ruins, we broke the kiss at the same time and began laughing lightly. I wasn't sure if my smile ever left my face. Giving her a small peck on her lips I asked her:

"So. Now… where to?"

"I heard rabbits in Italy are pretty tasty."

a/n: the end!

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Mafalda