Heaven
Edward had always believed that there was no heaven for our kind, for vampires. That from the moment we were bitten, we were soulless. I don't believe that. And Edward doesn't either now. I've been much of a religious person, but I was raised on the knowledge that heaven is the beautiful place that good people are rewarded with. The vampires that I love deserve that more than any humans I've never known. When I look up at Edward, at my family, I see faces like angels. These people are more saint-like than anyone. Just because we might have a long wait, or never go at all, doesn't mean we are demons.
The prospect of never experiencing heaven wasn't at all saddening to me. Heaven was a place incomparable to any place on Earth. It was an unbelievable and unreal perfection. But I couldn't imagine a place more perfect than where I was now. With Edward, my unbelievably perfect husband, my flawlessly angelic daughter Renesmee, my best friend Jacob, my wonderful stepsister Alice, her soft spoken husband Jasper, my stunning stepsister Rosalie, and her obnoxiously loveable husband Emmet, surrounded by these people, I cannot imagine a more perfect place. I like to think of heaven as a word: just a word that means your place in the world where you are unfathomably happy and content. My heaven is here, anywhere I am, as long as I'm surrounded by my angels, in my own personal heaven.
