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She stands on edge. Literally, Bella stands on the edge of a cliff. Down a mile below, murky waters crash onto rocky shores. She stands there on the balls of her feet, which are paler than usual because of the cold. Almost—almost like a vampire's. But not quite. She holds in the choked sound that threatens to come out; that would ruin the moment.

She reasons that the world can go on, when she is gone. Sure, maybe a few people, Charlie, Jacob, Renee, will be saddened by her death, but they will move on. Edward has already.

Bella kneels down, rocking slightly. This is it. She decides to be daring in her final moments, because maybe if she had been more interesting, more exciting, than Edward would have wanted her.

She moves her arms in front of her, kicks off, and Bella goes into a dive off the cliff. She screams as the air whips her face. She turns and somersaults mid-flight, involuntarily. Actually, she seems very graceful, diving, falling the way she is.

If only you could see me now, Edward. Would you love me if I was graceful?

Her arms out to her sides and she's standing straight now as she falls, getting ready to plummet into dark, deep waters.

The salty ocean is ice cold and her eyes are shut tightly. Pitch black now. Here under the dark water Bella allows herself to remember him. Better than any hallucination, Bella sees his perfect face, golden eyes that are warm and loving in her memory, tousled bronze hair. She remembers his voice. It was like velvet…

Bella's lungs are straining now, desperately crying for air. She doesn't notice though. Bella's too busy listening to her mind's flawless imitation of Edward's voice.

Bella. Bella! It calls through the deep water. Edward's voice sounds so real now. Bella decides it must be part of her death. Some angel up there must be granting her the gift of Edward's voice in the moments before she dies. Because that's what's happening, Bella realizes. She's dying. She is drowning.

Her body, deprived of air, begins to shut down. Bella feels herself drowning now, her heart slowing without air to pump through her body. This is it…she thinks calmly. It's odd, Bella realizes, for her to be so calm in the face of death. She feels herself fading, and pictures Edward in all his Adonis-like glory. Then she is gone…

Her last thoughts are of him. She fades into black, peaceful nothing.

Goodbye, I love you.