a/n: This is the (sob) end!! I will do an epilouge, but it probably won't be up for a few weeks. I leave for vacation tomorrow, and will have limited computer acsess.

I don't know if I should do a sequel though. Let me know.

Chapter 24: Remembrance

A few days later, Thomas' funeral was held.

We were in the meadow. I stood at Felicity's side. Edward's arm was around my shoulders, and tears were running down my cheeks.

It wasn't a formal ceremony, just the Cullens and the Swans gathered around a tombstone and a small hole in the ground, meant for Thomas' ashes to be buried in.

Jason was speaking now, standing just behind the grave site.

"Thomas was like a father to me. He was ever full of advice, and listened while I ranted about how unfair my life was. He was always looking out for others, hardly ever thinking of his own needs. He truly lived, and died, a hero. I'm gonna miss you, Thomas."

He went over to a small pile of dirt on the ground, took a handful, and dropped it into the grave. It was customary.

I had already spoken, and now it was Felicity's turn.

She walked over to the side of the grave, a black veil covering her face, and began:

"Thomas, I never got to say good bye. I'm sorry for that. Every day I wonder why you had to be so brave, so selfless, that you would sacrifice yourself like that. I find ways to blame myself for your death.

"There are so many 'if's in my head. If I had kissed you for a moment longer… If I hadn't let you go… If I had gone with you…

"But, as you used to say, 'what's done is done'.

"I must have read every book in your collection in the past few days. I found pictures of us and money tucked away, and then a pair of tickets to Hawaii.

"There were so many things you were planning to do with me, and I'm sorry you couldn't complete them.

" What I hate most about you being gone, though, is that I don't look like a widow. I look like a normal teenage girl. And all I want to do is cry."

She looked up into the sky, and the clouds that had been silently watching all morning let loose. Felicity smiled and looked down again. Her make up was running down her face.

It looked like she had been crying.

Felicity looked down at the grave again, this time with adoration, and whispered softly,

"I love you, too."

Edward gave me a slight nudge.

"What?" I whispered, pulling myself into his arms.

"There's someone else you need to go and remember" he murmured.

Jacob.

"Why? He killed Thomas. He tried to kill all of us. I'm not going to his funeral. I don't want to see him as a hero." I retorted.

"Bella, I hate him too. But at one point, he was your best friend. You owe him a lot more than you think. He was there for you at a point in your life when all you needed was a friend. He just… didn't take rejection well." A smirk played across his lips.

I guess I should go to his funeral. I might not like to admit it anymore, but at one point in my life I loved him. And I still did, in a miniscule part of my heart kept under complete lockdown.

"Fine, I'll go." I sighed. So much had changed in the past few weeks.

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Jacob's funeral was held in the La Push graveyard.

The entire reservation seemed to have shown up. I stood at the back of the crowd, as far away from curious eyes as possible.

The ceremony was half finished already. Sam was making his way up to the podium.

The wind stirred, and I saw Sam's eyes flicker to me.

I swore under my breath. The last thing I needed right now was a scene.

But Sam just made a tiny sign with his hand, probably signaling to the others that I meant no harm.

And stared.

At the podium, he set a pile of papers down.

"Jacob Black was an invaluable member of the pack. He died a hero, searching the grounds for anyone left behind. He was a good kid, always following orders and giving helpful tips to the newer members. It is a sad thing that he had to die so young. In his prime, I would say. But, everything happens for a reason, and he is in a better place now."

Sam stepped down from the podium and made room for the grave diggers to drop the casket, a wonderful mahogany number, into the ground.

I stood there, taking in the scene. I saw people crying.

He may not mean much to me now, but he did to others.

Like Billy, who was surrounded by the pack.

The old man was hard faced, but his eyes were watering.

"Why are you here?" asked a rough voice behind me.

Sam.

" I wanted to be." I responded, keeping my eyes focused on the grave.

"It's not a good time, wouldn't you think? After last night? After this?" He chided.

"Shut up, Sam. He was a good friend, until…" I trailed off

"Until you became one of them." He finished. After a short pause, he said. "I know the whole story. Embry, Quil, and Seth told me. It was a dastardly thing to do."

I nodded.

"I think the treaty will have to be renewed." He suggested.

"No. I think we will be leaving Forks." I decided. It was time anyway.

I could hear him let out a sigh of relief.

"We won't be coming back. I think we've caused too much pain here." I turned to face him.

He looked so much older. He had the scars and worry lines of an experienced leader.

Sam nodded and gestured for me to leave.

I nodded again in response.

It was time for a new start.

Forks held too many memories.

Many of them bad, a few of them good.

But too many.

I had a family now.

And a son.

I spent so many years acting like a six year old who didn't get what she wanted for Christmas.

It was time to grow up.

THE END

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