I felt the sharp rocks under my bare feet, felt the tug of the wind on my hair and clothing. Small drops of water struck my face like shards of glass, hitting my skin then sliding smoothly off.

I looked down at the long edge of the cliff, and the grey-blue waters below.

"Bella, don't do this, it's stupid" His voice whispered in my ear, an angel. An angel who had left me.

This is my distraction.

"Bella, stop, please just stop." The angel begged. I curled my toes around the edge of the cliff, breathed in the sharp, cold air.

"Bella, damnit, stop!"

Watch me fly.

I bent my legs and hurled myself forward.

I had no insides, all that was left of me was a sack of skin covered in nerve-endings screaming in exhilaration at the feeling of the air soaring past them.

I could see the water rush up at me, and I heard a piercing scream for a brief second before it was left behind. I wondered if it was me that had screamed.

I hit the water like concrete. My body seemed to shatter, then mold back together and sink below the surface.

"Bella!! Bella no!!" My angel screamed.

You don't really care.

The current caught me, like a giant pair of hands, tearing me in two different directions. I tumbled around, all sence of up and down lost. My eyes closed, my head grew faint.

It felt like I was sinking… I could feel the physical pain of my lungs screaming for air, my legs and arms cramping up from the cold and the strain, my stomach heaving from swallowing to much water, but it was all so far away, I couldn't seem to make myself really acknowledge it.

I was falling… away from… here.

Where was here? I didn't care.

There.

My entire mind and body instantly relaxed.

There.

I had found him, my angel, in my heaven.

His beauty was unsurpassed, surrounded by a bright light, shining and sparkling. His bronze hair tossed lightly in a breeze I couldn't feel. His golden eyes looked at mine lovingly, as though he cared. He actually cared. His lips parted and said my name once…

"Bella."

I could see all this, and the pains of my body seemed to drift further and further. I knew I was dying, but I couldn't bring myself to be scared, not as long as I was with him. Death couldn't be that bad with him.

My Edward.

I reached forward to put my hands on his icey skin, and press my lips to his finally…

And my head broke surface.

I didn't get to be with him, and he didn't really care. I knew that as Jacob dragged me back to shore.