I Will Remember You

Prologue


Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. S Meyer owns all.

The song I Will Remember You belongs to Sarah McLachlan


I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

Remember the good times that we had?

I let them slip away from us when things got bad

How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun

Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one

I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

I'm so tired but I can't sleep

Standin' on the edge of something much too deep

It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word

We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard

But I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose

Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose

Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night

You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light

And I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

And I will remember you

Will you remember me?

Don't let your life pass you by

Weep not for the memories

Weep not for the memories


A beautiful but solemn brunette blows her bangs from her sweaty forehead.

"Thanks guys, I think that's the last of it."

Her friends are in a similar state, sweaty and solemn, but with the added pity the brunette had come to hate.

Her muscular, curly haired friend, is uncomfortable and offers to take the last box to her truck.

Her closest confidant in the last few months, perched on the bare counter tossing his chin length honey hair in a borrowed ponytail holder, hops off to rest his hands on her bare upper arms.

"You don't have to do this, you know," he says quietly in her ear.

"I do, Jas," she replies just as quietly. "We all know this has been a long time coming. I need to go."

He rests his pointed chin on her left shoulder, resigned. They'd had that conversation quite a few times in the past days.

"I know, Bell. I just wish it didn't have to be this way."

"I, more than anyone on this planet, wish it didn't have to be this way," she replies in a shaky voice, "but this is how it has to be. He doesn't remember me. He doesn't know who I am, he doesn't want to. He's not the same man and we'll never know each other again."


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