I would cry if I could. Silent, fat tears rolling down my pale cheeks at first, moulding with the contours of my face, which would turn to heaving sobs, ricocheting through my empty chest, then tortured wails, the sound would circulate around me, numbing my pain. But I was incapable of crying, even though I had lost the only thing that kept me living. I saw a youthful and vibrant body smiling up at me, in place of a withered yet beautiful one.

The formalities had been dealt with, her funeral completed and everyone else had said goodbye. Everyone but me, I just couldn't tear myself away from the lifeless body of my beautiful angel.

She lay peacefully, with her silver hair fanning like a halo around her perfect head and her body was surrounded by flowers, all beautiful and wild – just like her.

The others didn't come; they lost contact with us once she turned twenty and could no longer travel with us. So I left them for her, but refused to ever immortalise her, she was perfect as she was.

So we spent her life together, spending every second together, regardless of how strange it seemed as she become older and grew immobile.

I still loved my perfect darling, and I saw her as a gorgeous seventeen year old girl every day; I could never see her any way other than how she was when I first fell in love with her.

I believe that Alice would have seen her death, but I think that she realised that her attendance would only raise more suspicion.

I say goodbye to my Bella and I watch as she is laid sown into the earth, finally free from the weight on her soul. And I believe I see a glimpse of my old family witnessing the scene from the delves of the forest, also.

I walk through the field of tall flowers, growing wildly and untamed and I walk towards the newest tombstone. I fall to my knees at the glorious sadness of my loss, and I feel a wave of melancholy crash over me, feeling the memories seep through my veins.

I beg to be gone, to be empty and weightless, and to float to the heavens to meet my Bella and remain with her always.

I am a lost soul wandering the earth without purpose, and as I lay in the field over the body of my lost love, I feel the pain cascading over me and taking me to a place I cannot imagine.

I feel so different and, finally at peace; in the arms of my angel, my fallen angel.

And as I ascend into my reverie, never to return, I release my memories and shed my pain, I leave that to the world. I can only see the love and light as I slowly lose myself. And before I go I see the sweet smile of Alice, coming to wish me goodbye.