Edwards POV.

Bella waits in the meadow that no longer blossoms for us. Does the field even sense at as much as i would hate to admitt it that Bella and I have lost our love?
o is just weeping it? Weeping for our nessie too? does this flor remember the time when a little toddler brushed its petals and awweds. Does this balde of césped, hierba remember when my daughter played all day. Does this wind remember dancing in the locked of Renesmee?

FlashBack

"daddy come play!" renesmeee squiked in her ivory dress, while waddling in the tall grass.
A thud sounded in the tall grass, then a innocent chuckle.
"Daddy! come find me!" she giggled my inhertied laugh. One i was glad she recieved, aas it was bella's favourite.
I closed my eyes, not that i needed to, but in pretend. In the small time that Ness had been in this world i had learnt all over again how to be fun and the joy of childhood.
"HERE I COME READY OF NOT!!!" I ROARED over the grass, the wond carrying it over to the meadows deepth. The reply was a small giggle. This was a cliche momont , perhaps in book o a movie. A perfect still . Here with my little girl.
entering the waving grass, mocking the preditor of the lion of its prey.
"I hear tu nessssiee!"
"ROARRRRRRRR!!!!" she pounced in surprise! i diddnt even see this coming, maybe i was really getting old.? a old vampire?
she landed on the shafts of my chest and wrapped her ting but soflet arms around my neck and snuggled. My corazón beat for a división, split segundo and in relfex i sesded the moment and tugged her back , breathing in her scent.
She 6 months old, but was the eqaultent of a two año old.


if i had the moment all over again i would held her tighter and wouldnt of let her go, beleiving i would have changed this.

"Edward, i can't stand this, must it hurt so much, this feeling of alone, guilt, darkness, like she was the light in my life, in the world, i can't stand to be here anymore. It's time. i want to mover on now." Bella finally spoke. Her voice was a shock to me. Like i hadnt heard it in years, which was proberly right. It was still slightly buttersoft and rythmic and velvet but it hourse , dry, like sandpaper, rusty.
What i couldnt stand was to see Bella like this? Was this bella trying say that we had to mover so that we could try mover on so we can start having a good relationship?


Flashback

"GET OFF ME EDWARD! dont touch me ! dont touch me tu hear! i hate you! i hate tu !! i hate what tu did to me! why diddnt tu stop me!"