Edward

You walk into the coffee shop you used to go to with Edward. You sit at a table, waiting for your coffee. Suddenly, you hear his voice. He's sitting a few tables away, talking to Eleanor.

You see him across the street. He's with a girl, she has brown hair and a white dress on.

Bella, now 25, stands in the doorway of her childhood home, staring at the familiar building. It's been eight years since she's seen it. Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her green eyes scan the front yard. Her heart is heavy with nostalgia and a hint of anxiety. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaits her inside.