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All will be explained in this chapter. Except for the best parts coming. It's far from over. I have noticed that some of you like Jacob. Heh heh, he's in the main parts later. But you'll have to wait.

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Chapter 6: Sign

I remained with Edward for one whole day after my death. My spirit would always be with him. But...why wasn't I going to heaven? A voice inside me told me I wasn't finished yet. That I had to protect Edward.

Finally..I would be able to protect him...be his guardian.

He stayed in his room all day. He held his knees close to his chest, his head resting on them.

He sobbed a lot which hurt me even more. I didn't want him to hurt.

Charlie broke the news that I had now gone into a coma...a deep one...that I may never awaken. But my spirit was roaming freely somehow. No one knew the cause...but me. It was the man...somehow...he choked the life out of me until I suffocated to a deep sleep...almost dead.

And that the doctors said there was hope.

But...Alice's vision...contradicted what they said.

My passing...

My funeral...

My grave...

Time passing by...

Edward remained there...still locked in the chains of grief. Infront of the large glass window as dusk came.

I was becoming upset...then angry...as to why he would mourn so much over me.

"Edward!" I shouted, frustrated. It echoed...my voice.

He shot up on his feet as he looked around with hope.

His pain returned in his eyes when he saw he was alone.

"Why...do I feel like you're here?" he whispered.

"I'm always with you..." I whispered in reply.

He didn't hear me. It seemed only sometimes my voice would reach him.

He layed on his couch...imobile as stone and closed his eyes.

I saw the pain on his face as he clenched his fists.

"Why...why did it have to be you? Why did you have to be taken away from me." he whispered, he was remembering me...the nights he held me in his arms and the times...when he kissed me...even my dangerous reations. But then he thought back...to that kiss we shared...when he returned with the truth about why he had left me.

I walked over to him and got on my knees beside the couch. I then leaned towards his face as my lips lightly lingered on his own.

I couldn't feel anything...but maybe...just maybe...he could feel me.

I pulled away slowly as I opened my eyes, staring at his closed ones.

I felt myself about to cry as I started to sob.

Suddenly he spoke.

"Bella." he whispered. He slowly opened his eyes until only they were slits. I looked deep as I thought I saw somewhat my reflection in his eyes. "Bella..."

His eyes then shot open as he stood straight up, going right through me.

I jumped back since I felt the pain he was feeling. I saw him looking around, frantic.

He sobbed for a second as he then lightly smiled...it didn't touch his topaz eyes which were still filled with sorrow.

He closed his eyes and grasped his knees as he sat and then rested his back on the couch, his head facing the floor, hunched over.

"I feel like you're with me...if you are...I want you to...to go to heaven...the eternal light." he spoke. I felt my heart rip to pieces or rather...the core of my soul. "But-" a sob came out, interupting him. "At the same time...I wish I could hold you...see your face."

I cried silently.

"Please give me a sign that you're with me." he whispered.

I nodded, determined to show I would always remain with him. If heaven called to me...I would refuse for eternity, just to spend it with him. If he found someone else...I would leave, knowing he would be happy...even if I would never see him again.

I looked and saw a white rose and red rose in a small thin vase. I had given that to him a few weeks ago, when I started not feeling like myself. I noticed they were withering. In a way, I got two different roses...one to represent Edward...the white one. And one for me...the red one. But I never told him that. But somehow...I knew he realized it when I gave them to him.

If I was a spirit...then maybe I could try to do something.

I went to the flowers as I tried to touch them, I wasn't able to. I growled in desperation and frustration.

"Concentrate...use your heart...your spirit...your love." a delicate voice informed me softly.

I nodded to no one. I put my hand over it as my hand glowed brighter. The small glass fell to the ground as it smashed into tiny shards.

Edward's head snapped up, he narrowed his eyes at it. He then shook his head.

He walked over to the glass shards. This was my chance!

He bent down to pick it up as he then noticed the roses. They stood straight up, and then they started to become healthier. Like they had just bloomed, fully blossomed. I was standing behind it, my hands around them, like a sheild.

His eyes widened, the roses remained there as he reached his hand out to them. I then reached my right hand to brush away his hair from his eyes. As I moved my hand across his forehead...a gentle breeze moved it for me.

Edward's eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

"I'm always with you..." I whispered.

His eyes shot open, he looked around, a breeze in a closed off bedroom? That was not normal, and he had to have realized it. He obviously heard me.

His hand lingered right above the roses, not touching it like it was delicate glass...waiting to be shattered.

"Everyone, come here quick!" he shouted.

Everyone appeared in a heartbeat...so to speak.

"Edward?" Alice asked, confused. Then...she noticed the roses.

Everyone's eyes followed hers as they widened in confusion.

"But...how? How is this possible?" Rosalie spoke, sounding strangled.

Esme smiled lightly and lovingly at Edward. "It's Bella...this must be...her way of saying that she's with you." She looked as if she could be crying.

Edward smiled sadly as then a sob broke from his chest. "I heard her."

I didn't want him to be sad. I was already running out of energy. Ironically feeling like I was dead. Every dusk and dawn I would here singing...like a choir of heavenly female voices...singing to the rising and setting of the sun and moon...for twilight.

I forced whatever energy I had left as the roses slowly rose up in the air above Edward's head by a few inches.

The roses's petals started to pull off as they came off delicatly and as they did, they started to fly...fly around Edward.

His eyes darted to the petals encircling him all around, turning in every direction. They then all rose to the ceiling as they stopped in mid air, they suddenly fell down around everyone to the floor.

A sob broke out of Edward's chest as he caught one red petal in his hand.

"Please...don't leave me, Bella!" he sobbed. "Please..." he begged.

I was on the ground at this point, laying on the shards of glass on my side. They could have cut me if I was still alive, but I was glad they couldn't. I was panting hard, struggling for breath. I put my hands firm on the ground, and tried to lift myself up, to show him I was still here, with him. But I fell back down, a sob escaping me as I began to cry, seeing the pain on Edward's face again return.

I was laying infront of him, and he thought I was gone...that he was alone.

Esme walked over to behind Edward and layed a hand on his shoulder. She looked down at him with eyes that showed love, sadness, and gratitude.

"She's your angel, Edward. She'll be here as long as you need her." she said softly with a gentle smile.

I silently thanked Esme and smiled with my tears spilling down my face. Edward's face slightly calmed as a small smile appeared.

Somehow...some way...I will return to you...my angel.