Bella and Edward's bedroom pre-divorce.

I made my way to our bedroom. As I flicked on the light I had to do a double take. I put my hands on either side of the door frame and leaned back out into the hall, looking left and right to make sure I had the right bedroom. What the fuck? Bella had completely changed the entire thing.

All of it, down to the lighting and flooring were different. It didn’t even smell the same, now it smelled like her and only her. It used to smell like a glorious mixture of her shampoo and my cologne. The night I packed my things to move out, I had stopped at this very doorway and inhaled deeply, trying to sear that smell into my brain. It hurt me intensely that she had been so desperate to get rid of it all.