A/N: Edward leaves Bella in NM and never comes back. Victoria did come for Bella but the wolves managed to kill her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
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Just a few more steps, Bella. You're close. You can do it.
She keeps playing those sentences like a magical mantra in her head, trying to keep her spirits up. She knows she has to walk faster, because she is sure her daughter has already finds out she's not in bed, and by now she probably has start looking for her.
Her head is pounding and her vision starts to blur that she has to grip her cane even tighter to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.
But when the sight of her destination reaches her eyes, her face brightens immediately and for a moment she forgets about the pain she felt before.
It's been so long.
Exactly sixty one years since she last set her foot in this meadow; the one where she used to go all the time with her vampire lover, the place that hold so many memories that up until this day she still remember very clearly, even to the tiniest details.
She takes in her surrounding and her eyes are scanning the space, looking for any differences in the place. But everything's the same. Nothing has changed. The grass is still greener as ever; the wild flowers are still growing as beautiful as ever. The only thing that's changed is her.
The last time she was here, she was nineteen; young, beautiful, strong—she's not that Bella anymore now. That Bella's gone; eaten by age.
She lets her body to fall to the ground when she feels her legs are finally giving up. With all the strength she could muster, she crawls to the center of the meadow where they used to lay together back then, her hands desperately scratching her way. She can't help but let a laugh to escape her lips when she finally gets there; a laugh of victory.
'I'm home' she thinks.
She rolls to her back so now she's laying there in their old spot, facing the sun. She's where she's supposed to be. The only thing that's missing is him.
It's been so long.
Sixty two years, since he left her for her sake, so he said.
He wanted her to live her life. And she did. She did. She graduated school, and she went to college then graduated suma cum laude. She had a career—a good, and a long-running one. She loved again, and married a sweet, normal, human guy. She stayed away from anything supernatural (with the exception of Jacob). She had children—a girl and three boys—and even grand children; five, if she remembers it right. She's lived her life; she's had it all, she did what he wanted her to do.
The pounding in her head is now becoming worse, and now she can feel the heat radiating through her body. Her eyelids feel heavy, and all she wants to do is just close her eyes.
But right before she does, through her blurry, cloudy vision, she sees a face she hasn't seen in decades; the face she's always been longing to see again.
Maybe it's just in her head, maybe it's because she's dying and she's seeing things. But her lips curve to a weak smile, and she forces her already limp hand to touch him. Her already shallow breath hitches when she feels the same cold, porcelain skin she remembers well.
'I am home' she thinks, before she finally closes her eyes.
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Fin.