Connections: The End
(This is sadly where my horrible first fan fiction comes to an end. I couldn't think of a great way to end it, so I'm afraid you'll just have to see how bad it might sound and stick it out. I wanted to finish the story because I don't appreciate it when authors discontinue a story of theirs. Mine wasn't the best, but it does deserve to be finished. Here it is, in Bella POV. I own nothing. I think it's small, but sweet. )
It ward hard to judge time anymore. Humans judged it by days, hours, minutes and seconds. Immortals more looked towards years as equivalent months or days.
I didn't pay attention to most of the outside world. I was content with the family I had. My world only involved Edward, his family, and our beautiful daughter. I was sure of my future and knew that I would live out my days happily. It only took a year for Edwards's guilt of ending my life to fade away. I bided my time patiently, happy with the fact that he actually did end up biting me and not running away again. I knew that I wouldn't have even bothered to try and wish for him to come back if that happened.
We had no worries, and lived out peaceful, cheery days for the longest time.
When Renesmee became old enough to date, it took months for Edward to allow Jacob in the house. I didn't complain about it though, feeling protective of our daughter as well. For once Edward and I shared the same opinion of Jacob: He was a large, moronic wolf man who was stealing our daughter away. Oddly enough, he got over it before I did. I eventually forgave Jacob at some point in time. After all, one couldn't choose who they imprinted on. And he made Nessie very, very happy.
The time passed, and she had two children: beautiful tan baby boys. They had the skin of their father and the eyes of their mother. It warmed my heart, and I knew that if vampires could cry, I would certainly have done so.
It seemed too soon when she passed on. Edward had the same issues with changing her as he did for me. I too didn't wish to take away her mortality. She didn't want it either, saying she was pleased with her life and love and didn't need to live forever. My girl was so brave that day. It hurt, but Edward and I knew that our daughter had made the right decision. Jacob soon passed after her a few years later.
Time went on, technology changed. I kept my fond memories of my father, Renesmee, my mother. From time to time I would ask Edward to play the songs he had made that were inspired by them. He always gave into my requests.
Our life wasn't always perfect. At times I would feel caged up, like the world was too small for me. We disagreed on tiny things. I still had an aversion to him buying me things. That could always spark an easy argument. Yes we worked it out, and time went on, but it felt almost serene to hit upon the realization that though we were immortal, the same issues mortals had with relationships we did as well.
It turns out my life ended before Edward did. Two hundred years from when I had been bitten, I had gotten a bit of a temper and went on temporary vacation alone. I told Edward I needed a week to myself. Rather foolishly, I took my chances and went into the lions den: Italy.
Suffice to say, the Volturi weren't pleased at all to have me in their territory. I baited a very pissed off Jane and then we were going at it. I was beating her, until her new mate showed up. I barely lasted two minutes after that.
I never got to see how my family reacted to my death. Edward would me mourning over me, the same I would have done for him. I assume the rest of the Cullens would have done the same. The seconds before I was dead to the world, I prayed that my family continued to live on and that Edward would forgive me for my actions. He would always be my fondest memory: not to mention the best thing that ever happened to me.
I don't regret any of my actions though. If I could live life a second time, I wouldn't change a thing. I had gotten everything I wanted out of living, and I felt at peace when I died.
This is the end of my story, but as I die so many other ones begin. I can only hope they are as exciting as mine.
