AN: This is my first Twilight story. Thanks to my wonderful cousin, Ashley, for being my Beta.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Twlight. It all belongs to the amazing SM. I only own my thoughts and my children.
I never thought I'd be here now. I knew after leaving this was inevitable, but knowing that doesn't lessen the pain any less. Despite years of aging, she's still the beautiful Bella I loved and will always love. Her auburn hair was streaked with gray and her skin was just as I remembered: soft and pale (with a few age spots and wrinkles, of course). After 72 years, she was still MY Bella. Part of me wanted to rejoice in the fact that I was able to stay away. I was able to give Bella the life she deserved, a life with a husband, a family, even children, no matter how jealous I might have felt. But she didn't choose that life. There was no husband and there were no children. She had no brothers and sisters, and her parents were long deceased. There was no family here today, unless one could still consider the Cullens as family. Consider me as family..
The ceremony was short and sweet. Bella had left no special requests in her will, save for one, and has no one to leave her assets to. In true Bella fashion, her only request was to be buried in a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Hearing Alice's thoughts on this brought a smile to my face. It's still always about fashion with her, even while grieving.
It was announced that the coffin would be lowered now and anyone who wished to say a final goodbye should do so. I wasn't sure if I deserved a final goodbye given what I had done, but someone gently pushed me, urging me forward. I staggered for a moment, stopping abruptly at her coffin. My chest tightened when a certain composition played from a stereo. It wasn't your normal funeral march, but her song. Our song. Bella's Lullaby. I swallowed hard in attempt to calm myself and slowly reached my hand forward to touch her face. I frowned when I made contact. Her skin felt normal to me, temperate, meaning her skin was freezing. I knew this was normal for someone dead, but this one gesture seemed to make it all real. She wasn't sleeping or playing some sick prank on me. My Bella was really gone. If there was a God and a Heaven, I truly hoped that's where she went. I leaned forward and brushed my lips on her forehead, gently rubbing my hand across her hair. She didn't smell the same, and even though her heart no longer beat, she was still my Bella. Always my Bella. A broken, tearless sob escaped my lips and I quickly turned away. Reality had sunk in, and I wasn't sure if I could handle it. I ignored the concerned looks of my family and walked away. I listened to the coffin lid close. I listened to the funeral director giving orders. The last thing I heard was a soft thud of the coffin hitting the ground before I took off, running with the wind.
AN: No, this is NOT a one shot for those of you thinking. I'm a review slut, so please leave me some. I don't care if you tell me I suck and I need to ride the retard bus or that you love me and want to kiss me, just review. Nothing motivates a writer like reviews, so throw 'em at me!