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Chapter 12: Epilogue.

BPOV

My arms were still around myself, and then Edward's arms were around mine. I let go of myself, and slid my arms around his waist, hugging myself to him.

"I'm sorry." I had a feeling that not much else would be coming out of my mouth for quite a while.

He stroked my hair, and I sobbed tearlessly.

One Month Later

It was hard to believe that a whole month had passed since the day when I had murdered my father.

So much had happened since then. After the incident, Edward had taken me back to the house. At that time I had still been dry-sobbing, so he had been forced to carry me around (not that he minded. If Edward could, he would carry me around everywhere and never let me walk). He had made me talk to every member of his family. His theory was that if I heard what everyone else had done when they were a newborn, that I might feel better about what I did.

It worked very well. Despite the fact that Rosalie was so nice to me that I was on the verge of being terrified, I mean. Although, it had been very interesting to talk to her about when she had been a newborn. Especially because she never drank from any humans, she had only killed a few.

But that's a story for another time.

Anyways, after my little Cullen "therapy" session, I was feeling much better.

I was still racked with guilt to the point of wanting to kill myself, but I was coping.

That was one month ago. Though still very guilty, I am longer even a little bit suicidal.

One week after the…accident, Sam Uley and Jacob had come to the Cullen's front door. I closed my eyes, going over the conversation in my head…

"We found Charlie's body." Sam's voice was accusing as he looked directly at me.

I looked at the ground, biting my lip against the tears that would never come.

"That's a violation of the treaty," Jacob's voice, on the other hand, was soft and caused me to look up at him. He didn't look angry. He looked sad, and it was easy to tell what he was thinking. He was blaming himself for my being changed. He thought that he could've prevented it. It really made me want to hug him. My arms yearned to reach around him.

But judging by the Cullen's and Sam's expression, I didn't think that'd be good idea. They both had their noses wrinkled as if they smelled something terrible. I saw Edward take a quick glance at me, and he looked a little confused.

I couldn't smell a thing. Well, anything that smelt unappealing...

Carlisle was something special. He managed to hide the look of disgust that the rest of his family held, while at the same time retaining a business-like demeanour as he spoke. "We know that, and that's why were leaving."

Leaving? I opened my mouth to protest, but another sharp glance from Edward told me that now wasn't really the time. Why was I so out of the loop? Couldn't anyone tell me anything? I did know that my killing of Charlie had broken the treaty, but I hadn't known that it had caused a whole family to be uprooted!

Sam coughed. "That's why we're here."

"What do you mean?" Edward's voice broke the moment's silence. Jake, Sam, and the rest of the pack must have somehow been learning how to hide their thoughts, because Edward seemed to not know them. Unless he was just speaking out loud for everyone else's sake...

Jacob took a deep breath before continuing. "It means that the pack takes some of the responsibility for Bella being changed," he looked only at me while he spoke, "And because of that, we can't penalize her for slipping up and killing..." Jacob broke off wiht a shudder, unable to keep going.

Sam gave a quick glance at Jacob before he started talking. "We're not going to count Bella's mistake as a violation of the treaty. This is our first and only warning, though. If she slips up again..."

"We understand. It won't happen again."

My guilt seemed to grow and then swallow me whole.

Sam and Jacob nodded at the same time, and then they turned to leave.

I couldn't control my yearning and longer.

"Jake!" I cried his name, pulling myself out of Edward's grasp. Although I had only been a vampire for about a week and a half, I had already learnt that I was stronger than him. Apparently it was due to all of my blood left in my body.

Edward didn't bother at trying to stop me, though I heard him sigh, and then his teeth clamp together.

I launched myself at my old friend, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Jacob slid his arms around my waist in return.

Sam sighed just like Edward had, giving Jake a meaningful look before running off towards the forest.

"I'm going to miss you, Jake." I said the words into his neck. He smelt good. A musky, woodsy scent.

"Me too, Bells."

Jacob set me down on the ground (because I was not tall enough to reach his neck without being in the air), and then pulled me against his chest for another hug.

I stepped away after a moment, grabbing his hands in mine.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course Bells. You know I love you more though, right?"

I smiled at him turning my words around.

"Right."

Jacob bent down to kiss my forehead and I somehow felt him glaring daggers at Edward behind me.

"I will." Edward murmured.

I almost jumped. I had completely forgotten that there were other people in the vicinity of me and Jacob. As if we had retreated into our own little world.

Jacob pulled away from me.

"Goodbye Bella."

I wasn't able to say anything. I think I was too busy gnawing off my lip.

Jacob turned around and disappeared into the forest.

Deep down, I knew that I'd see him again, but I couldn't help but feel that this was the last time I'd ever see my best friend.

"Jacob!" I called, running to where I had seen him go into the forest.

He was right there again, right in my face.

"Goodbye Jacob."

He smiled sadly before pulling me in for yet another hug.

And then he was gone.

I sighed. Edward was probably going to lecture me about not blaming myself for things that weren't my fault again (even though that lecturing topic is a little hypocritical coming from him, of all people).

A had had a lot of questions after I had said goodbye to Jacob. I had wanted to know exactly why no one had told me that we were moving, and of course why I didn't think that Jacob smelled bad. The second one was a little hard to ask though; I couldn't understand why anyone would think that Jacob could stink. I thought he smelt pretty good. I had also wanted to know what Jacob had said to Edward (or rather said through his thoughts).

The answer to the first and third question was simple. Apparently, Edward was waiting for the right time to tell me that we had to move (sure…), and that Jacob had asked (well, threatened) that Edward take care of me (or else…).

The second question was not so simple to answer. Nobody in the Cullen household had the slightest idea of why I didn't think that the werewolves smelt. But, Carlisle did think that it somehow might be linked to my power, although that hadn't revealed itself yet.

I felt smooth lips against my neck. Edward. I was sitting on his lap, and he must have noticed that I had zoned out. I had been doing that a lot lately, zoning out. I could sit in one spot for hours and not move. I was fairly sure that that scared Edward, whenever I did this. He couldn't understand what I was doing. He was afraid that one day I'd get lost among my thoughts, and that I'd never return to him.

"Hey."

"Welcome back. Where were you?" He thought that if he knew where I went, that he'd be able to get me back easier.

I smiled at his attempt of subtlety. "No where in particular." I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Could you not do that?" Emmett was frowning as he looked over at us. He looked as if he might be sick, if that were possible.

"Not do what?" I glanced at the TV, seeing if an important fight scene or something was on so that whatever movement Edward or I made would disrupt it.

We were all watching a movie. All of us, poised in our various positions on the couches.

But I didn't know what movie it was. I could barely remember sitting down.

"Could you not make with the lovin'? We're trying to watch a movie here." He gestured around to everyone else, looking for some support. Rosalie and Alice were painting their nails, Esme and Carlisle were reading a book. Jasper was counting all the blades of grass on the back lawn. Emmett gave up after a moment.

I smiled again, laughing. "Sorry Emmett."

I had expected him to make another comment or mumble something under this breath, but instead Emmett paused the movie, looking over at Edward.

Edward slid me off of him, pulling me to my feet and standing next to me.

"Bella," he said my name softly, as if I would run away any moment, "I need to ask you something."

What could that mean? What would Edward have to ask me? Very confusing. So I just said, "Of course Edward, whatever you want."

Edward dropped down onto one knee, and if I still had a heartbeat, it would've been racing out of my chest.

He bit his lip with uncertainty. Then he pulled a little black box out of his pocket to hold in his hand. He opened it.

I stopped breathing.

"Isabella Swan, will you marry me?"

FIN

A/N And there's the end of my story Accidents Happen.

I'm already waiting for the reviews that go along the lines of "Damn you! What does she say?"

But the answer to Edward's proposal isn't hard to figure out. It's not exactly a trick question.

88 Days.

Watch the video (link's on my profile). I've watched it so many times, and it's made me not hate Robert Pattinson (yes, I am part of the blah blah blah go away Robert we all hate you club. I still sort of am. But he's growing on me.) ;go to my prifile, I'll put the link there...)

Until next time,

be.my.edward .