Summary: The flag lied as limp as death over the coffin. Her tears threatened to drown her, but she had to live. Because he still did. He followed her through every heartbreak, though his no longer beat. She wished for death over anything.

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Say (All I Need) by OneRepublic. Look it up before reading.

Do you know where your heart is

Do you think you can find it

She didn't know how long she had lied there, curled into herself on the grass. Her clothes were completely soaked through. But she didn't care, for she was numb to this world now.

Finally, after hushed murmurs and pitied looks that she did not wish to feel, everyone started to leave in pairs. Her father was the only one left-huddled under his umbrella in the far corner of the yard. She could feel his reluctance to leave, but it was inevitable that he would. He wouldn't try to console her or tell her it will be alright. He knew that it wouldn't be. And she knew that he knew. Everyone knew.

Inevitable.

You felt it so strong, but

Nothing's turned out how you wanted

The damp grass clung to her face as the wind picked up. An involuntary shutter shot down her spine and her teeth chattered. But, she wouldn't move. Not yet, not until completely necessary.

She suddenly felt the familiar feeling, the tingling electricity radiating from her stomach, the sensation she had every time he was around. It brought on a fresh wave of tears, washing away the old tracks. She suddenly screamed through her scratchy windpipes and shot straight up off the ground. Her dress and coat stuck to her skin and the ribbon slowly slid out of her hair, freeing it to the wind whipping around her.

She could feel it. Feel him. Edward.

Was she crazy? Did the pain bring her to delusions? Was it her body trying desperately to numb the sorrow? She wished for all those questions to be true, but as she slowly turned around, she knew deep in her bones that they weren't.

There he was. Edward.

His hand was still stretched towards her, where he had gently brushed away the hair from the back of her neck like from the normal days behind them. But he was different. She gasped and felt her heart stop before stuttering back to its race. His skin was paler than his normal white complexion. He was always perfect: chiseled face, toned muscles. But now, he looked like an angel straight from heaven.

A broken angel.

His face was twisted in agony and she could see silent sobs heaving in his chest. But his eyes were dry.

She screamed again and backed away. His eyes - they were blood red; the same shade as the ribbon that floated out of her limp hand.

"Edward," she croaked. She could see the pain rage through his familiar, yet so different, face. But, his eyes held her captive. They were wide and empty, completely hollow. Like someone took a spoon and gouged his heart out through them.

"Bella," his broken whisper floated to her, more musical and beautiful than ever before. He took a light step towards her, and she stumbled two back.

She saw his heart breaking further through his eyes, his once beautiful green eyes. But as different as they were, they were still wide open to her. She felt her body being pulled in two. Her heart and soul pushed her to run to him, be held in his arms, and take the stabbing pain away from them both. But, her head cried at her to run away from this unknown.

How was he here? How is he alive? She'd heard the bloody story, seen the cold, still body, but there he was, breaking right in front of her eyes. And she knew she wasn't dreaming; her imagination could never do him this justice.

She tripped a small step forward, slightly reaching her arms out to him. "How?" she whispered.

And she could see the shock plastered on his face before her instincts quickly took a hold of her. She spun on her heel and fled into the trees.

Well bless my soul

You're a lonely soul

For you won't let go

Of anything you hold

The tiny shred of heart that had picked itself back up when she had started towards him was shot down as she ran away. Away from him. The pain knocked him to his knees and he howled up to the skies. Much the same way she had. His thoughts were always centered on her, always bringing him back to her.

He had found his soul mate, his other half, only to have it ripped away and then patched together time and time again until it was too much to handle.

Can't survive this.

He had thought bringing himself back to her would make it all right again. But it had only killed them that much further.

Do you know what your fate is

Are you trying to shake it

He brought his face down from the skies and buried it in the grass, relishing in her sweet scent still laying there. But, something red caught his eye. He looked up and found the ribbon dangling in a weed not a foot away from him. He gently gathered it in his marble hands. The silk reminded him of all the times he had held her hand, stroked her cheek, and played with her hair.

And as he stared blankly down on the insignificant piece of fabric in his hands, he realized that no matter how she had reacted towards him, no matter if she still loved him or not, no matter if she moved on, he would be there. He would dance around the edges of her life, watching her and keeping her out of harm.

Unknowingly.

You're doing your best and

Praying that you make it

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