I Own Nothing. Just Got The Idea For This Quick One-Shot.
BPOV
It's been 27 years since I was turned and here I am back where it all started, Forks. I wish I was here for happy reasons but no. I'm having to hide in the shadows and watch people who hardly knew Charlie go on about what an amazing person he was. I mean, of course he was amazing and loving but do they know what he used to do in his free time? What his favourite food was? What made him laugh? No, but they get the spotlight while I'm stuck here unable to even cry.
I'll never forget how he accepted me and loved me no matter what I did. He was there for me always. Not anymore. The crowd's starting to thin, once it's dark I can go see his grave properly. Some of my strongest human memories, apart from the ones with Edward, involve Charlie. How I was so dubious about moving here, we bonded over his lack of cooking skills. How I loved cooking for him, and I loved that he didn't ask questions unless it was important. He cared about me, he let me stay when Renee wanted to take me away, he let me leave when I wanted to go. I walked over and knelt by his grave.
"Dad, I miss you. I'll always remember you. I love you. Goodbye" I laid some flowers down and turned to see my husband standing there. "He's really gone, isn't he?" Edward nodded morosely. I broke down into dry sobs. "Shhh Bella, he's always with you. As long as he is loved and remembered he is never truly dead" Edward soothed. I took one last look at where my father lay then turned to my husband, "Let's go home."