Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Twilight series or Stephenie Meyer.

AN: This is my first fanfic, so here is a teaser (I know it is short)! Please tell me if I should continue, I have the stories to make it all make sense, but you have to tell me if it is worth my time. So please review! Also, my story is all human. Enjoy!

-Chapter 1-

Thank God we are just a little late. Bella thought to herself as she adjusted her black skirt while exiting the car. She swiftly knelt by the car mirror to check her makeup, no smears. She knew it wouldn't be, she hadn't cried all morning, even though she knew her heart was dying for the release of tears.

Walking into the funeral home, she finally felt the swell of wetness in her eyes that had been dry for the week leading up to this moment. As a tiny tear swept down her cheek, Jacob wrapped his arm around her. She nuzzled into him, appreciating his protectiveness. She didn't know how she would have survived for the past week, planning this awful event, without her best friend.

"Bella, hey… hey, it is going to be okay," Jacob softly said to her. Her insides were twisting, the anguish of being in this area, and seeing the casket, open, across the room. It wasn't her idea, having the casket open for the wake. After the accident, seeing him in the hospital, bandaged and bruised… who would want to say goodbye to that? That wasn't the same man everyone in Forks knew so well…

Jacob persisted to bring her over to the casket. She knew he was helping her. She knew she had to say good bye, and part from him, but how could she? She loved him. How could she ever leave this man to rot in the ground, he should be alive and hugging her, not Jacob.

Once they arrived to the casket she took a deep breath. She knew more people were arriving behind them because of the soft murmuring that was growing in the room. Looking down, she saw his face. But it wasn't his. There was no grin he always wore when seeing her. His curly hair was limp, and his face was covered with makeup to conceal the blue grey of a corpse, as well as the various bruises she only too clearly remembered. They had put him in his favorite shirt, but it wasn't worn lose and casual, it was tucked in and so unlike his living self. She shut her eyes tightly, begging for tears to release the pressure on the back of her eyes. When none came, she picked up her hand and softly placed it on his hands. His hands always reminded her of summer. Always rough, showing the amount of work he had done and how he lived his life, he did what he wanted to. But these hands were clay like, and cold. Ice cold. Finally, she felt it, salty tears streaming down her face as she broke down into heaving sobs. As her knees buckled under the stress and grief of the moment, a pair of arms grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her up into a comforting embrace. But it wasn't Jacob, his hugs she had gotten to know only too well over the past week. As she blinked back the tears, she looked into his eyes.

"You came back for him?"

"No Bella, I came back for you."

And with that her broken sobs started again as she pulled him closer, her fingers digging into his back as he held her to him, gently pushing her hair out of her eyes and whispering calming words into her ear.

"I'm back, I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I'm so sorry, Bella…."