A/N: I don't own Twilight! R&R please! Am trying to make this story better! New plot!

B POV

At the age of eighty-five, I, Isabella Marie Swan lie within death's grasp. I can almost feel it closing in on me, with each raspy breath, and I know without a doubt that by the time the next month has run its course, my time will have run out.

He never came home.

I can hardly call it his home anymore. He hasn't set foot in forks for sixty-eight years. None of them have. And here I rot while they're God-knows-where. Now there is no-one. I am alone, in Charlie's old house, in the still, small town of forks, sitting on a loveseat so old that he once sat on it. Those were the best times of my life, and I remember them as though they were yesterday. The nightmares have faded over time, and I am left now, with only dreams, to take me to a place far away from here, where he and I were once happy. I am more like Charlie than I realised. After my mom left, Charlie couldn't bring himself to change anything. The kitchen cupboards are still as yellow as they were then, when she painted them. I never changed anything. Everything from the carpets, to the lights, to the old front door is still the same. I could never bring myself to throw anything away. It felt like throwing away my memories. Sometimes late at night, when everything is quiet, I allow myself to remember for a moment. I think of the way the air felt on my face when he ran with me. That giddy, rushing feeling. When the wind blows through the trees, it sounds like him, running... and I let myself hope and believe that it is. Not that he would want anything to do with me now. After all, he never did.

He was a part of my life for little over six months, so why is it that in over one-hundred and thirty times as long he has never left my thoughts.

He said it would be as though he never existed.

It was as Charlie's old silver clock struck five, I realised I was never going to see him, in all of his immortal glory ever again. I would never again hear the sound of his seductive, velvety voice whispering to me in the night. I would never again feel the coolness of his skin against mine. Everything had felt far too warm, for far too long now. I would die, and he would keep on living, neither knowing or caring that I was gone. None of them would know, and none of them would care. They were all out there somewhere at this moment, never sleeping, never aging. They were happy, without me, and always would be. A deep dark hole ripped open in my chest, and everything went black.

E POV

I function. I move. I breathe.

It is easy for them to see what they want to believe.

I am cold. I am stone. I am Nothing.

I work. I speak. I feed. I am nothing.

I smile. I laugh. I LIE. I am nothing.

I exist and cannot die. I am nothing.

Soon she will die, and all will turn to dust.

A POV

There was nothing that I, or anyone else could do for Edward now. It was too late, Bella was old, and she was dying. My best friend was dying. The time for saving her had come and gone and he had done nothing. None of us had done anything. We never should have gone in the first place. Oh what i wouldn't give to have never left forks! This was not even worth one thousand days of shopping. For weeks now I had been hiding my visions of Bella's death from Edward, having already seen that he would go straight to the Volturi. If only I had seen what would happen before we had left! It could all have been avoided, she could be here with us now, if I had only acted against Edward.

A vicious snarl came from upstairs. Sorry. I thought. I was not sorry. This had affected the whole family. I didn't know if we would ever get over it. Anything that would have been difficult had been made ever harder by Jasper's projections. There was a hole in our family that no-one could fix. There was nothing to be done.

My eyes clouded over as the inevitable happened. Her future has disappeared. She is dead then. There is only so much longer I can hide this from Edward.

At that moment I felt the pain of losing my friend more than I ever had. Soon I would lose my brother too. I wished I could cry.

"I'm sorry Alice" Edward whispered, suddenly behind me. He looked awful.

I Had almost forgotten what Edward had looked like before. When he was happy. I wished beyond reason, that there was some way, any way, that I could fix, what we had all played our part in breaking.

B POV

My eyelids fluttered as I struggled to open them. Death must be close now.

DINNNG!

what was that?

DINNNG!

it sounded like Charlie's clock

DINNNG!

but it hadn't chimed in years.

DINNNG!

Something was certainly chiming.

DINNNG!

It stopped.

Now I knew something was off. Five o'clock had been and gone, just before I had fainted. I wasn't sure how long I had been out, Maybe I was still out. That would explain why the clock was chiming. Maybe I was dead. That would do it too.

"Hey Bells. You feelin' better?" said a voice that came from somewhere behind me. I opened my eyes, and Charlie stepped into view. Now I knew I was dead... I must be, since Charlie had died twenty-three years ago.

"Argg. What happened?" I rasped, as I stood up.

My voice sounded strange.

"You hit your head honey." Charlie said worriedly.

Of course I did. Could I seriously not go one day without injuring myself somehow? These sorts of things were fatal at my age.

"How?" I asked stupidly, only partially feigning confusion. I didn't remember colliding with anything.

"You did it coming off the plane Bells, sorry to say I had to tell your mom. She just kept on calling when you didn't let her know you arrived yesterday."

Could you still hit your head in the afterlife? Surely that was where I was? Although, come to think about it, I just looked like... no, it was Charlie's living room.

For a moment, I didn't care where I was, because Charlie and Renee were here. Half of my mind, which could not let go, chipped in... and he would never be. He would always be... there. As far away from you as you could dare to imagine.

I let out a small whimper, and Charlie came closer, looking concerned. Strange, I thought to myself, he didn't seem old, his hair and moustache were still dark brown. There was not a grey hair in sight. Now that I looked around, in fact, nothing really seemed old, although I was looking at exactly the same things as I saw every day. It was the most peculiar feeling. Maybe that was what the afterlife did, if that's where I was. Maybe it made everything young again. I got up, quickly and without hindrance. This was not something I was used to in recent years.

"Hang on a sec Dad" I said absentmindedly, as I went to find a mirror. Maybe I was young again too? I took the stairs with ease. It was a freeing feeling. Getting quickly more excited, I began to take two stairs at a time. I rushed into the bathroom, only stopping, when I was right in front of the large, oval shaped mirror. I had not thought out clearly what I was expecting to see when I got there. I only know, that whatever I thought I was going to see, could not have protected me from the shock that coursed through me. I stared, open mouthed at my reflection. I ran my fingers through my thick, mahogany hair, unconvinced of the reality of the situation. I looked... like me again. My physical appearance was exactly the same as it had been, at the time that I had first met him. The only thing that was off, were the clothes I was wearing. My reflections face looked confused. Exactly what I had been wearing yesterday. I pondered this for a moment. Whoever put me here had the power to change my age, and appearance, but not my clothes? Alice would have had a fit if she could see them. How I missed Alice. It took all I had not to start sobbing. She could never be where I was now, because she could never die.

I thought back to my conversation with Charlie. It felt like a long time since we had talked, when in reality it had only been moments ago. He had clearly been very worried about me, and I had rushed off without explanation. Sighing softly, I stared into my reflection's eyes, lost in thought, trying to work out how I felt about this new situation. As I did this, a distressing thought struck me, What had I been doing on a plane? I should have, perhaps, wondered this before, but I had been too distracted by my new and unexpected circumstances.

I racked my brain, trying to keep the edge of panic from my thoughts, but no answer revealed itself to me. I had no reason to be on a plane, especially if this was the afterlife. Curiosity got the better of me, and before i knew it, I was moving, hastily exiting the bathroom. Charlie would know.

"Dad" I said hesitantly, as I entered the living room. I wanted to be subtle about this. Unfortunately, subtle was not my speciality. "What plane did you say I was on?"

Charlie looked up from the paper he had started to read, and said with a warm smile, "Phoenix Bells - Phoenix to Seattle."

This new revelation had certainly given me much to think about. Trying to fight off the onset of complete and utter panic, I levelled my voice, which I'm sure would have otherwise come out well over two octaves higher than it did.

"Oh," I said, with as much conviction as I could muster. "I remember now." Charlie looked relieved.

I didn't remember a thing.