Disclaimer- I take no credit for any characters. I do not own anything, nada. This story is just for fun.

Authors Note- Two updates in one day, by golly! Chapter 9 was so short so i decided you guys deserved chapter ten too. So the chapters about the Billy thing are short, I don't want to fill them up with unnecessary chatter. This chapter was so hard to write, I just couldn't find the words for it. Please bear with me and I promise this story will get happier! Please read and enjoy.

Chapter 10

"Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust"

-To Build a Home, Cinematic Orchestra

Billy was sleeping in his small bed, in his small room. His skin was pale and so thin it almost looked translucent. His breathing was shallow and his body was so frail. The floor boards creaked as Jacob and I walked into the room and Billy woke. A faint smile crossed his lips and took a deep breath.

"Well I'm glad to see you two kids" He said, voice hard like he swallowed gravel. "I didn't know if you would come" he finished.

"Of course we came dad" Jacob said, sitting down alongside him on the bed. Billy's eyes followed Jacob. His eyes did not hold death or sickness, but pride and love. Suddenly his eyes shifted to me and my heart beat quickened. He remembered.

"Renesmee, it's so good to see you" He said to me, holding out his hand. I walked over to him and took his hand. His skin was cold and clammy.

And then we talked, all three of us. About the weather, and the oceans. We talked about Jacobs and Rachel growing up, family vacations and camping trips to the mountains. We talked about Jacob's mother and how she used to hide Christmas presents around the house, and they would spend all Christmas day looking for them. And as we talked Billy seemed to be at ease, peaceful almost, like he was not scared of death. His voice grew faint, and his breathing slowed.

"Renesmee" he breathed "Do you think you can do one last thing for this old man?"

"Of course" I replied, squeezing his hand.

"Show me something" he told me.

"What would you like me to show you?" I asked him in a shaky voice.

"Anything" he said, closing his eyes. I looked up at Jacob, who nodded his head in approval. I slowly raised my free hand to his cheek and showed him everything I could think of. Sunlight through trees, dew on the grass, flowers in spring, waves lapping and eroding timelessly. I showed him Jacob, and Rachel, and people, and forests. I showed him every place I have ever been, every place I wanted to go. I showed him every happy moment I had ever know, all the beauty I had seen in my short life. I showed him love and laughter, and colors and textures and then I felt his tears on my hand. I showed him all these things until his eyes could no longer see, until his lungs took their final breath, until his hand went slack in mine.

We sat with him, even after he had gone. No one speaking, no one crying. Just waiting, our last visit to a dear friend. Sadness stretched up and pulled at my bones. Billy would never hold his grand children in his arms, or walk his daughter down the aisle. He would never open his eyes again, or breathe the salty air by the beach. It was truly and unbreakably over.

Jacob pulled the sheet up over his father and said something in a tribal language I did not understand.

Two days later I was standing at Billy's funeral. All of Laplush and most of Forks were there. It astounded me just how many people came to say their goodbyes. Even though I felt so much sadness, I couldn't help but feel relief too. There was no more pain for Billy. Just eternity in a wonderful place that I know I have no part of. Jacob seemed relieved too, we talked for hours the night Billy passed. We talked about him until the sun came up. Jacob was hurt but I knew deep down he could see the goodness in this ending too.

When everything was said and done we left Forks together. The run back to the car was quicker than I thought it would be. Time really seemed to be flying by.

"Hey what do you say we get a motel room again, I'm way too tired to drive back" He suggested.

"Sure" I said, leaning over the seat of the car and kissing his cheek.

"You know, I think I love you" he said

"Yeah, yeah, yeah"

"Thank you Nessie. That meant so much to have you there" he said, his tone serious.

"Don't thank me Jacob; you know I would do anything for you" I replied. He nodded his head and we drove the rest of the way to the motel in silence. Not that painful, sadness filled silence. Just a simple silence, two people with nothing to say.