This site is called fanfictionwhich kind of suggests that I am a fan and therefore don't own Twilight.
CPOV
It was difficult to define exactly what Bella had meant to us, what Bella still meant to us.
I loved her. I did not love her like one of my own; the like was no longer applicable, my love for her had surpassed the stage of being a simile, it simply was.
And I did not love her because of Edward. I had met her because of Edward, but I loved Bella because of Bella. I loved her honesty, her genuinely kind and caring nature. I loved that she didn't judge us, not for what we were or for what we have done; she loved each and every one of us despite our imperfections.
Heck, she even loved Rosalie who had been depraved to her from the very start. She seemed simply to accept the explanations Edward offered her for Rosalie's despicable behaviour as valid and, once again, she didn't judge her for it.
Having lived a life of being judged constantly, by both humans and vampires, Bella's complete and utter acceptance of what we were and how we lived with it was a new and invigorating concept.
To have lost her, to have lost a member of our family, as none of us could help but think of her, was difficult to comprehend and even harder to accept.
Nothing really happened in this chapter but I think it's kind of important to show how much she means to the Cullens. Please review! Annie