A/N: I had to make this sequel, I just could not hold it in any longer, i honestly was upset with how i ended the story haha. I wanted to continue but wasn't sure if anyone would read it since it wasn't really any twilight characters. But after the reviews and adds I've been getting lately i figured some of you wouldn't mind a sequel. So here it is 3rd sequel :) ENJOY!!!!

Might Have Been

I hope you don't mind if I fall asleep on your shoulder

Now, turn out the lights and let the late night begin

I hope it's alright if your still mine when we're older,

Cause I don't want to spend another day wondering what might have been

-Kate Voegele

~4 years later~

1.

"Do we have to go home?" I asked. I looked over at my now, fiancé Brandon. Ever since that day in the park we have been inseparable. His EMO bangs fell in front of his charming blue eyes. He looked over at me and smiled widely.

"It'll be nice to go back home and relax" he replied.

We were on a plane heading back to La Push from our excursion to see the world. After we met, we both had an ambition to see the world. I was all for it, to get out of La Push and stay away from the memory of Logan that haunted me until the night we left. I finally felt free of the pain that had stayed with me throughout High School. We both had gotten jobs at 16 worked our butts off and eventually were able to get the money to go. I had tried my hardest in the entire time I was in High School to not Phase. My Dad wasn't upset with the fact that I simply chose to not become a protector of La Push. There was no real reason to protect it anymore. There were no evil Vampire's lurking around and the only Vampire's around were the Cullen's and they had moved from Forks, and didn't cause a threat.

There were a few places around the world where me phasing was a problem. I still haven't told Brandon. I simply had to sneak out of our hotel room and find somewhere to go. I'd always leave a note, saying I was in the lobby reading or I'd make some sort of excuse. I had guessed that Vampire's lived in a quite a few locations that we had visited. Brandon never questioned a lot of my behaviors, he didn't quite understand what our attraction was to each other, and why he was so drawn to me. I wanted to tell him so many times, but I just didn't want him to run away screaming when a white wolf with beat red eyes emerged.

I watched as the clouds passed us and the plane lowered itself. The pilot got on the speaker to tell us we would be landing in approximately 20 minutes. I was starting to feel very impatient and very nervous. I was afraid to go back home and feel that pain that home brought. It's why I escaped. I felt his hand grasp mine and pulled my eyes away from the sky and back on him. He always smiled when I looked at him, he was happy with me. I was happy too, but something in me was still missing. Although I had imprinted on him, nothing could compare to my love for, UGH! I have to stop saying his name, or thinking things like that.

His smile turned to a frown, he must of noticed the look on my face. He lifted that hand he had placed over mine and brought it up to my face, he caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"You have that distant stare again" he said concerned.

"Distant? No. Tired? Yes." I said. He nodded.

"Definitely tired" he added.

"Once we rest up we'll look for an apartment?" he questioned. I nodded.

"Yup! Oh and Mom and Dad have yet to see the ring you got me in Paris" I said with smirk. He lifted my left hand up and kissed it. I smirked as he eyed me and pushed his bangs away from his eyes.

"Your excited to tell them" he said.

"Excited isn't the word." I said smiling and looking at the single diamond on my finger. It was a small, simple yet beautiful ring. We both had spent basically ever last penny on this trip and the engagement was something that just happened last night. We had ice cream in our hands and he took mine from me and threw it out, I almost yelled at him when I noticed him getting down on his knee, right in front of the Eifel Tower he proposed. I couldn't wait to tell Mom.

I turned away still smiling from the memory when my stomach clenched, some sort of sound came out of my mouth, I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I wrapped my hands around my stomach and jumped when Brandon placed his arm on my shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked. I nodded and tried to give him a warming smile.

"Yeah" I whispered. "It's just the drop I think" I said to him as we were on our way down to the runway.

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Mom looked so perfect in her ballet flats, purple buttoned down shirt, and skinny jeans, and Dad stood there with his arms crossed, I swear he must have been working out 10x more than he was before I left. I hadn't seen my parents in just about a year and I missed them so much, the phone calls and emails were not enough. I ran into their arms and I heard Mom cry. She was happy to see me. When I pulled away my parents smiled and greeted Brandon too.

"You two look exhausted" Mom said with a smile. We both nodded.

"Yeah, don't disturb us for another year, we have to sleep off all of the traveling" Brandon joked. Mom and Dad laughed. I looked at them and Brandon grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hatch" he said clearing his throat. I began to feel the pain again it was stronger this time. La Push tends to do that to me.

"I know I should of asked first, but while I was away with your daughter I asked for her hand in marriage" he said proudly. Mom brought her hands to her face and more tears fell from her eyes.

"No, don't apologize" she said hugging the both of us. Dad looked happy but not as happy as Mom. He shook Brandon's hand and hugged me. I sensed something was up, but I had no idea what it was.

*******

When I was home and not with Brandon anymore and in my own room the memories began to re-appear. I didn't even unpack I laid down on my bed and tried to sleep. I was tired although we slept in most days, traveling can wear you out. I woke up and the sun was shining out my window, I must of slept for at least 24 hours or more. I didn't know how I did it. I struggled to get up out of bed but felt fully re-charged.

Once recharged I began to unpack my belongings. I went over to my closet to make some room for a few new clothes that I had bought, when a familiar black box drops on my toe. I screamed so loud, but I hoped that Mom and Dad wouldn't hear it.

"Fucking thing" I yelled as I picked it up, of course what happened next totally only happened to girls in movies. As I went to pick it up, the latch on the thing literally broke off and everything dropped out of the box. This box was forbidden for me, a box of memories that I tried to hide. Although I knew half of my thoughts revolved around him, I still tried to shake it out of my head. The ring of course the shiniest object in the box stuck out the most to me, I eyed it with such hate, I felt my eyes tear. I picked it up and threw it into the box so hard, I almost thought I had chipped a diamond. The box was filled with reminders, ones that I would choose not to remember. I had to convince Brandon that we should move far away from here. I picked up a note that was scribbled on a napkin from the school cafeteria.

Sarah .. Did I tell you that you look beautiful today?

I crumbled it up in my hand and threw it back in the box, along with movie tickets and more stupid notes that were passed during classes. I sighed and as I shut it I heard someone knocking at my door.

"Come in" I quickly wipe my tears and turn to see who's coming in. When I see a buff guy with dark hair standing there I quickly realize it was Uncle Jake. I nearly jumped up when I saw him, and wrapped my arms around him.

"Hey there, miss me?" he chuckled. I pulled away and nodded. I loved my Uncle Jake, he and Aunt Nessie were awesome. He looked at me and smiled.

"So did you get me anything?" he questioned.

"Yeah, but I think it's packed either in my stuff or Brandon's. We'll see. I'm starting to unpack" I said. He looked around the room and noticed the mess by the closet.

"It looks like your making a mess" he said. I punched him.

"I am not!" I scolded. He just laughed again.

"So how was traveling? I'm sure you got to see some pretty neat things" he said with a smile.

"Neat isn't the word, I can't wait to bring my memory card down to the store so that I can make copies of all the pictures" I said.

"You know they make home printers for that now too" he laughed.

"Uncle Jake, your being a pest" I said.

"I know, that's what I'm here for" he said. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor to go through the bags that I tore open a few minutes before.

"So, what I really came in here to say was, Sam's having a get together, it's nothing crazy just a wolf thing, but he and Emily would love it if you would come, you can bring Brandon too" he said. I looked up at him, Sam and Emily were Logan's parents, how could I face them after everything. I couldn't go to his house, I'd feel like I'd be taking a trip down memory lane and to involve Brandon, well that wasn't on my list of things to do.

"When?" I question trying not to sound to suspicious about my thoughts on Logan.

"Tonight" he said.

"Um.. I really.."

"Oh, c'mon they both miss you, they were like your second set of parents. Don't upset Emily she's cooking up a storm, like usual. Your parents are going too. C'mon it will be fun" he said. I rolled my eyes trying to forget everything and anything that could go wrong.

"Fine" I said. He smirked.

"Great, I'm going to call them and tell them that your coming" he said turning around and rushing out the door to give Sam and Emily the good news. I picked up my phone and called Brandon, I figured I better ask him now get it over with. When I call he tells me that he and his parents are going out for dinner and wouldn't be home until late. His parents missed him I'm sure of that, so I just said maybe next time and hung up, realizing I'd have to face going over there without the support of my fiancé

I'd really like it if someone told me why I was getting all dolled up for nothing, seriously. I wore a really cute purple sweater dress with black leggings underneath. I twirled in the mirror until Mom knocked on my doors, she peaked in and smiled.

"Are you ready?" she questioned. I nodded, although my mind told me to nod, my heart was telling me something totally different.

Emily and Sam are extremely happy to see me, and when they see my ring they both seem somewhat happy about that too. As I settle in and most of the wolf pack is there, I began to ease up seeing that Logan isn't here and the fact that I'm in his house where most of our memories were, I feel okay. I chat away with Seth Clearwater and Leah too. Both of them excited for my return. Aunt Renesmee was also happy to see that I came back in one piece. Everyone was thrilled when they found out about the engagement.

I decided to head off to the bathroom, I really had too much to drink tonight. I slowly sipped some wine and was ready to pop my cork. As I headed down the hallway I saw the room that was once occupied by him. I stopped but then forced myself not to look. I went to the bathroom instead, checking my makeup and once again making sure that I looked good. I don't know if it was for Logan or not, but I sensed it might have something to do with it.

I get back out into the hallway and noticed the doorway to his room again. It still had the "Danger Logan's Room" sign on the front. I smiled at the cute little wooden door, that once was my favorite place to go. When I looked around and saw that no one was around I quietly walked toward the forbidden door. When I open it and turn on the light switch, nothing has changed. It still looked the same way he left it, when he left all those years ago. I wasn't sure if he had been back since, but I'd hope that he had come back to at least pay a visit to his parents, and if he did, I had no idea.

I pause for a moment when I see something that blows me away. I walk over to the dresser beside his bed, which stuck out to the middle of the white walled room. Instead of seeing a picture of him and the girl he imprinted one, which I was figuring it would be, it was a picture of us from my Sweet 16. Someone had taken it of us dancing and looking into each others eyes. I picked up the photo frame and looked at the picture. If things had stayed like this, no imprinting involved things would have been a lot different. I hadn't realized it but a tear drop splashed onto the frame. I wiped it away quickly.

"I couldn't bare to get rid of that picture" a manly voice said from behind me. The voice pierced right through my heart and soul causing me to drop the frame onto the hard wooden floor and I watched as the glass scattered into a million different pieces.