The first thing I heard was the voices. There were so many. I could pick out who was there though. I could hear him… he who had left me. It felt so long ago since I had heard his voice. He was begging me to wake up. Jacob was their too. He was saying the same thing and the same time. I could no longer hear the first person. Jacob was overpowering him. I tried to tell him to let Edward through. I wanted Edward. Edward…

I felt cold. Cold was an understatement. I was gasping, trying to breathe and shaking. Jacob told me to open my eyes. Then there was pain; pain in my throat, on my arms and neck. I whimpered, still seeing nothing. Nothing was scaring me. I wanted to see Edward, and Jacob. I wanted to see them here with me. Warm arms encircled me. It wasn't the cold touch I dearly loved. It was warm, like Jacob. Jacob…

My eyes opened slowly. I was against Jacob's chest. I couldn't see his face. I tried to look up to see Jacob, to know it was him. But when I did, it wasn't who I had hoped, thought. It was Quil.

"Quil," I whispered, my voice croaked. It hurt to talk. "Where's Jacob?"

There were sirens, loud people muttering, screaming, and crying. I looked up at Quil's face. Tears were scattered there. Why was he crying? "Where's Jacob?" I asked again, getting desperate now. He had to be here. He was coming to cliff dive with me. He was coming.

"Is he on the way?" I asked - still no answer. I tried to shake him, weekly. "Quil! Tell me where Jacob is!"

Just when I had almost lost hope he whispered to me. "I'm so sorry, Bella." What was he talking about?

"What do you mean?" Some people came over – paramedics – trying to get me away from Quil. I clung to him wanting answers.

"Jacob's gone." For a split second I sat there, trying to take it all in.

And then, I gave up. That was the end.