Well, I got some reviews saying that Edward was portrayed strange, and I didn't want that so, the epilogue is all in his perspective. Hope you like.
She always was my angel. The very reason I could go on living this doomed half-life I was cursed with. No, I don't regret Carlisle's decision to turn me, he did what he thought was and I owe him more than I can say. He is more than a father figure to me. He is my best friend. That's why I am really glad he has Esme. Just as I am happy that Alice found Jasper and that Rosalie saved Emmett. I wasn't as lucky as them. I didn't have my true love to be with me for a lifetime. But, the time I did have with her, I wouldn't take back for anything. For a little while, at least, I was what she wanted. I had made her happy. In the end, I had been the one at fault for us not working out. I lost her. I had loved her so much and treasured her more than anything. Because of that, I left to keep her safe. But, she is a magnet for danger and she ended up running to the wolves, my natural enemy, for comfort. And she ended up falling for one of them. I went back to her, hoping to get her back. Hoping she would forgive me. But, it was too late. She chose him. And, I had told her I wanted her to have a happy, normal life. So it would seem like it was perfectly reasonable. But, being with that-that-Jacob Black wasn't normal. He was just as much a monster as I am. Worse even. She didn't see that. It didn't help that he marked her as his by some sort of weird wolf thing. She could have said no, but she didn't want to. I told him that I would be there, always checking to make sure she was okay. And she always was. She was always happy.
I watched Jake get his memory back and realize he had "imprinted" on her. About a year after that, we had to move on. I hated that. I would always go back and check on her, no matter where we were. Alice would still talk to her every now and then. Emmett also. But, it seemed as much as she loved our family, she didn't love me anymore. At least not in that way.
I was there when Bella graduated high school. She looked amazing as she walked to get her diploma. Jake was there in the audience, clapping and whistling. She had blushed, the blood rushing to her face, making me want her even more. She didn't realize how adorable she was. And I knew he knew I was there. But, he allowed it. He must have been very confident in his relationship with her.
I was sitting in the restaurant, pretending to enjoy the food I was forcing down, when he got on one knee. There was the amazing blush on her face again. She was overjoyed though. She rushed into his arms and said yes, barely being able to hold her tears in. I cringed. That should have been me. I immediately went home and wrote a new piece to play on the piano.
I attended their wedding. I know, I'm a masochist. When the preacher asked if any knew of any reason they shouldn't be married, I almost jumped up. But, I didn't. I couldn't do that to her. I just couldn't. And at that very moment a country song came to me. I don't know why, but it must be because country songs are known to be about broken hearts and losing lost love. That and getting drunk. How I wish I could get drunk at this very moment. I started singing under my breath, I knew he heard me. He had that wolf sense. His pack must have heard me too. "You look so good in love, you want him, it's easy to see. You look so good in love, I wish you still wanted me." I left before Jacob could kiss the bride.
I should have been gone at that very moment. I should have realized that that she was happy and never going to need me again. But, I couldn't leave her. She was everything to me. So, I kept coming to see her. To watch her laugh and watch her smile. Always because of Jacob and never because of me.
I went to the hospital the day she gave birth to their first child. A little girl. They named her Elizabeth. He had finally given her something I never could. She smiled as she held that little girl in her arms and looked up at the man that had helped her make the child. I hated that child. She was the symbol of a love that finally died. At least for her mom. The whole pack was there to welcome the newest direct ancestor of Ephraim Black. She already had a playmate, a little boy named Samuel Jr. Bella's family was there too. It was a cliché moment. And when I saw Jacob cradle the newborn, I wished I could cry. I wished I could vomit. I wished I was human so that I could do all of that with Bella.
Years went by and I watched the child, Lizzie, grow up. When she was four, she received a brother she didn't want. But, she soon learned to love him. Watching the little girl and boy grow up pained me, but I found I was falling in love with the child. I didn't know if it was actually because of the girl or because she reminded me so much of Bella.
I made contact when she was fifteen. She was in Port Angeles on a shopping trip with some of her friends from school. She reminded me so much of Bella. She looked bored out of her mind. I walked up to her. Her blood sang to me in ways Bella's blood did, but so much stronger. I couldn't figure it out. How could a half Quileute be so tempting. But, of course, it was because of Bella.
She looked up at me, timid and scared, not at all like her father would have been. More like Bella. God, this girl was going to be the death of me. I smiled at her and you could literally see the ease spread through her eyes.
We met up like this for two years. She finally figured out what I was. She wasn't as smart as Bella, but I wasn't complaining. Her mother had never once mentioned me, so she had no clue that her mother once dated a vampire. She was in love with me. And we ran away together. No, she wasn't the love of my life, but if I couldn't have Bella, then this was the closest thing to it. I was indeed selfish. And I hated doing it. It was horrible. When I brought her back to my family, I didn't mention whose daughter she was. But, I knew they could tell. Alice looked at me, with eyes that could kill and Rosalie wouldn't even talk to me. Jasper, being respectful as always, maintained his distance. Emmett was over thrilled to have a silly human back in the house. Esme did not know what to think, being torn between her motherly instincts and wanting her "son" to be happy and wondering if I just did this because of Bella. Carlisle wasn't happy with me. But, I didn't care.
I went back and saw what this did to Bella and Jacob. And to their youngest son, Matthew. Bella was devastated. She was sick with worry. Jacob was silent and I knew that that might just pull their marriage apart. There was a possibility that this stress could break them up when I thought nothing would. I would win her back. I would still want old Bella. Matthew was angry. He wanted to kill everything around him.
After a month, it seemed like nothing would tear up Bella and Jacob. Not even their daughter missing, so I brought her back. I brought her back and showed myself.
That was many years ago. And now, here I am putting a single rose on a grave. It had an angel engraved on the gravestone above the inscription.
Isabella Marie Black
Loving Daughter, Wife, and Mother
9.13.1987 – 3.20.2059
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
-David Viscott
She had died, peacefully, in her sleep three years ago. It seemed ironic that after living a life so filled with danger that she would die peacefully. I was happy about it though. If anyone saw me here, they would have thought me to be her grandson or something like that, not the man that was desperately in love with her, still to this day. I looked over to the grave next to hers. I didn't bring flowers for this one. I read the headstone.
Jacob Ephraim Black
Cherished Son, Husband, and Father
7.3.1990 – 4.17.2059
Love is everything it's cracked up to be...It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.
-Erica Jong
Everyone said he died right after Bella did because he couldn't go on living without her. That his love for her would go on to the after life. It made me wish I had died from the Spanish Influenza. Then, I would have never met Bella and never had to live with this broken heart for all eternity. But, then again, I never would have known what love was without her. I would still be walking this planet, not knowing how it feels to love someone. That is reason enough to be thankful for Bella.
"Dear, sweet Bella. I am sorry for everything. I regret the way we ended, my love, but I do not regret loving you. You were like a meteor, lighting up my once black skies. Now that you are gone, my eyes have not readjusted to the sudden loss and I am blinded. I love you now and forever."
I set it up, so if I decided to do a sequel, it will be easy. Let me know what y'all think. :D