Disclaimer: characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I don't own anything the quote at the beginning is something I read long ago, more then 10 yrs ago, and I don't remember where but it doesn't belong to me either. I had this story for quite some time now, years actually. I decided to change the names for ff.

"Death shouldn't be feared,

Because while we fear it, it's not there

And when it comes

We don't know of it!"

Bella's PoV

We grew up together. We played under the same trees. Went together to school, ate lunch, we've been friends and kids teased us. We grew up together.

We didn't play kids games anymore, but we've still been together, under the baskets on the games, in the library… you would read my poems, and claim – "Little one, you've got something in you."

I admired your skills with basketball, but I've never admitted it to you. The afternoons we would spend doing homework and studying. You knew to call me in any moment "Hey little one, will you analyse this book for me and I'll buy you an ice-cream."

We've been friends, I don't know… but even then we've been more then that. Yes, later, when I had more time to think, I realized that I loved you and that you returned my feelings. I felt that in your birthday kisses, they never lied, have they, Edward?

That summer I went on holiday to Florida. You were supposed to go on holiday after me. When you came to say goodbyes, I told you: "You are so pale Edward; you must be tired from all the studying. You should have some rest and don't forget when I come back, you still owe me ice-cream."

You just laughed and lifted my bag in the car.

I sent you cards and hoped to find heaps of yours when I get back. I was mistaken… I haven't find not one… Your windows were dead that night… and I didn't dare ring the bell… call you…

The night slowly passed. The morning brought the news: "Edward is in the hospital."

You said: "It's nothing, little one! Soon we'll play basketball again, and… I still owe you for that analysis."

I wanted to believe in what you said. Days passed, school started again. Everyday I came to visit; we continued our talks about books that I brought to you, about homework…

Ice-cream was long gone out of season, and you were still bound to the bed. I felt like you were dying in front of my eyes, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Your beautiful messy, bronze hair had fallen out; black circles appeared around your eyes…

That morning we talked about physics, you were helping me to prepare for my test. When I got up to leave, you smiled and said - "I'll cross my fingers for you, little one, and… you should continue writing your poems… there is something in you." I looked at you for a long time… unconsciously, in love, lost in my thoughts and slowly left your room…

While I was coming back, I jumped three steps at a time, hurrying to your room. I opened the doors forcefully: "Edward, I got an A in physics!"

Nurse was standing in front of the door hiding my view: "Edward's sleeping" – she said quietly.

At home there were many people. Through Edwards' door people came and went. They told me… that Edward died… he's gone quietly that last morning.

Everybody cried, and I was quiet. And they gave everyone condolences, but not to me, and I loved you the most, repeating unconsciously: "He didn't die, he is sleeping."

I am getting A's in physics again; ice-cream is in season again. The basketball playground's are full, the ball thumps loudly…and you are still sleeping…, and I am sorry that this is not a poem… one of those you loved so much…