Author's Note: This is the sequel to One Last Wish. If you hate this chapter, don't whine like a baby to me. Just don't read it! Move on with your life. P.S. I hope you like ghosts.

I watched my family as they lived their lives. It made me exceedingly happy to see Edward married, with a daughter of his own. He took great care of Renesmee. Isabella was perfect for him. I was proud to stand next to my brother as he married the woman he loved, even if he didn't know I was there. He couldn't hear my thoughts. I learned as much when I first developed my new consciousness. I supposed that is all I am. A conscience. I can't be seen or make a sound. I can't touch anything. Sometimes, if I move quickly, I can make the air move. It isn't a strong gust of wind, but it is the only thing I can actually feel.

For the first few months I tried desperately to communicate with my family. I would scream for hours, but my voice always sounded like the quietest of whispers. I followed Rosalie around for the first month after I died. I never left her side. My presence was colder than Rose's, so she felt warm to me. I stayed by her side all day and all night, watching her mourn me. She mostly stayed in her room that first month, so I didn't see the rest of the family much. I was miserable seeing Rose in so much pain and I hated that she was ignoring her family. It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.

"Please Rose! Go to your family! Be with them! They will help you. Our family will make you happier! Please go to them and leave this room!" That is how I learned to communicate with people. They couldn't hear me, but I could heavily influence them. It seemed as though I was their subconscious, that little voice in the back of your head. She seemed to look straight at me before getting up and joining the rest of the family on a hunting trip. That was when I met Matthew.

Matthew was very small. It is strange to meet someone who does not have a body. He was an exceedingly kind soul, and it didn't take too long for me to figure out that he was Esme's son. The first thing I learned about Matthew was that he loved Esme. He loved her with all of his existence. He only spoke to Esme, and he never used to words when speaking to her. It was more as if he could push his emotions into her mind. All he did, all day and all night without ceasing, was project his love on Esme. I was glad I wasn't completely alone, but he didn't make for very good company. Sometimes I wondered what would happen if he stopped. Would Esme stop being the loving mother we all knew her as?

On this particular day I was following Jasper around. He and I hadn't been very close when I was alive, but now that I was dead I felt like he could almost see me sometimes. He was the only one who noticed me. He was sitting alone on the back steps of the house in Fork's, watching the river. Jasper was rarely alone, so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity. With all the strength I had I tried to project my emotions on him. I tried to convey how much I missed him. Just as he had before, he looked straight at me. Looking confused, he ran his fingers through his hair. Intent on making myself known, I moved in front of him and placed my hands on his shoulders. I held onto him as tightly as possible and tried again.

"Jasper, please hear me. I'm right here. I'm right here Jasper and I miss you. Why can't you just hear me? Listen to me Jasper. Listen. It's me, Vera. Can you please just try to see me?" His eyes narrowed as he stared at my face. Our moment was lost as Alice ran to sit next to him.

"What's wrong?" She asked. He was silent for a while, but she waited patiently.

"It's Vera. It is like she is right here standing in front of me. I can feel her emotions, but maybe I just miss her." Alice took his hands in hers and rested her head on his arm.

"We all miss her, Jazz." He shook his head.

"I don't just miss her. I've known people before and I've missed them. I miss you whenever you go hunting. I missed you when you ran off to Volterra with Bella. I missed you so much I felt like a giant piece of my heart was missing. Even then, I couldn't feel your emotions. If I closed my eyes though, I would honestly believe Vera is standing in front of me. She isn't always in front of me though. She is usually around Rosalie or Esme. But whenever I'm alone, it is like she comes and finds me. Like she knows I am the only one who can feel her presence." Alice's eyes went blank as she stared in my general direction, then whatever she was seeing was gone.

"I can't see her in any of my visions, but I won't tell you she isn't here. Vampires, werewolves, and shape shifters exist. Why wouldn't ghosts exist, too? Knowing the world that we live in, I can't deny the possibility. Have you told anyone else about this?" Alice's high pitched voice was calm and sweet.

"I'm right here! I'm standing right in front of you! Please believe me. Listen to my voice, Alice. Listen to me. I'm real and I am here!" I tried to reason with her.

"No. I don't want to upset Rose or Esme. Emmett would think I'm crazy." They both laughed.

"I already know that you're crazy, but I still love you." She kissed him on the cheek. "Sometimes I can almost hear her talking to me."

"THAT IS BECAUSE YOU CAN HEAR ME! I AM YELLING AT YOU!" My voice was still only a whisper, but I tried to shout.

"I know what you mean. Do you think there is any way to prove she still exists?" Jasper asked and Alice giggled.