A/N: I don't really know if you guys really wanted a sequel to "Album Leaf", but you got one anyway. It didn't really start out as that. I started out with only a couple of lines about reincarnation and then I thought about the famous experiments of Dr. MacDougall and then the law of conservation of mass, and well, you got this. It was kind of freaking how my question ended up being repeated 3 times just like in "Album Leaf" (completely not planned) and a lot of other little parallels.

I'm not quite sure if I like this as well as "Album Leaf", but this is more a glimmer of hope for those who thought "Album Leaf" was just a bit too sad.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not I.

Conservation of Mass

I meet each sunset with the utter disgust that soon after there will be a sunrise. I am forced to say a pray that my world will end tomorrow so I can go back home. So that I can be in her arms again. So that I can be in her presence one more time.

The Volturi only play at considering my request for death. I press my inquiries so harshly on them and even threaten to show the world who we are. But they only grabbed me at my attempts of sparkling in the sunset and sent me down to the shadowy dungeons. They refused me again, saying that the time was not right. They say that I am so useful, that I have a purpose. She would want me to be here. She would want me to fulfill my "life's" work.

How can they think to speak for my Bella? They have never felt the trembling passion that consumed me. They have never felt the terrifying call for consumption that danced in front of my eyes. They never endured the battle; they never were in her shoes, her role that was so huge, so sacrificing, yet she filled it. She gave up so much so willingly. I have always wanted that courage. To give up so much that I find myself with her again.

I tried so hard to do so. I promise, Bella. Yet their diet sickens me. I was instead forced to leave and eat my fill. They watch constantly; it is a heavy price to pay so that I did not forgo my abstinence of human blood. But it is another sacrifice. Another sacrifice to make my tower to Bella a little taller.

For me, time fades into obscurity. For me, time grows pale as I live what could be called a "life" and interact with ephemerality constantly. For me, the night is ever-present and the call to the delicious red blood never ceases. For me, I who cannot dream, death is an always-present nightmare, who came to claim me forevermore. For me, I am lurking in the shadows, never to truly live ever again on Earth. For me, I am charged with the punishment of seeing those around me laugh in the sunshine, and I am to be condemned to the shadows.

"Is there an end to being?"

There was a little child I saw today. I swear it looked just like her. I know that when she gets older, she will be the spitting image of my lost beauty. Do I believe in reincarnation?

I believe in her.

That woman who is her mother looks very little like her daughter. Her store-bought blonde hair, blue-eyed contacts, and bottled-tan are the reasons why we look down on humans. They never are happy with anything, are they?

No, I think no one ever is.

I was happy once. I was happy that day we lay in the meadow – that day when I gained some humanity. I finally felt her, not her blood singing to me, nor her body's call, nor the force of her muted mind. Instead, I knew her. I knew Bella Swan.

But what did I do but not be content? I grew worried over her to the point that I left. My happiness was too much, I reasoned. So I found myself unhappy again at my own hand.

I promised myself it would never happen again.

My unhappiness now comes from nature…and from the dark hell that exists in our lifestyle. Our constant feeding on the lives of others. Why should any happiness be had for us? Why should we find contentment?

But I did. And I never wanted to let it go.

"Is there an end to being?"

They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death … everyone. Dr. Duncan MacDougall measured the humans and found them to lose 21 grams at death – the body lost its soul. Everyone did.

Everyone.

So what about the law of conservation of mass? Where did the 21-gram-soul go? Where is that 21 grams now?

Do I believe in reincarnation?

Bella is somewhere; I feel the whispers of her presence of her everyday and feel the brunt of her memories every moment. I find my mind racing with the normal functions, activities, behaviors, but I only see her in my eyes.

It was so startling to see that child. That one child whose eyes could have been plucked from my brain and stuck into her skull's sockets. Her hair was that rich brown that will only increase to Bella's beautiful dark chocolate color. Her skin was nearly as pale as mine and she even had that painfully gorgeous trait, one that surely not every child has.

She let go of her mother's hand under the covered storefront to stand in the sunlight. Not to play, or to run, or to skip and jump. Just to stand. Just to bask in the warmth of the world and see the beautiful brown landscape, devoid of little greenery. Her plastic mother tried to no avail to coax her into the greenhouse for the nursery, but the girl only cried at the loss of her natural, earthy world for one of climate control, fertilizers and steroids.

I felt like crying with her.

"Is there an end to being?"

I died when I was 17. I don't know if I still have a soul. I want to believe that I do. I want to believe that I am still 21 grams heavy.

But I'd still like to become only 21 grams and lose the rest to this living world. I'd like to meet Bella's lovely 21 grams and find myself comfortably within her spirit.

Do I believe in reincarnation?

Who knows if the law of conservation of mass really works. Didn't Einstein debunk Newton's "law of gravity" to the "theory of gravity"?

But I'd like to believe that she is somewhere. I'd like to believe that I still have my own soul, my own little piece that will endure and find its way to her. Even if it exists in that little girl, maybe my soul exists or will exist in some little boy and they'll be together forever as humans so our souls will stop having to sacrifice so much. So we'll find happiness in another lifetime.

I'd like to believe a lot of things.

But, do I believe in reincarnation?

I believe in the power of love.

Some laws really weren't meant to be broken.