A/N: Hello everyone! I'm finally over being sick, yea!

Anyway, you're not here to hear about me, but those crazy people that come out of my mind.

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine. :(

-Edward-

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I wake up with no kink in my neck. Instead, I am greeted with a soft, comfy pillow and a soft, comfy bed. I am covered in soft, warm blankets and snuggled up in my arms is the small, soft, warm, and utterly beautiful woman of my dreams. My Bella.

I snuggle closer to her, wanting to feel her soft warmth for a few more moments before I have to get up and go to work. I spend some time raining kisses down on her neck and shoulder, careful not to wake her. Finally, I realize that I'm starting to run out of time and I gently slip out from under the covers and off to the bathroom for a quick shower before I make breakfast.

I finish my shower and get dressed quickly. As I pass the bed on the way to the kitchen, I notice that Bella is no longer there. Instead I find her in the living room, gathering her things and preparing to leave.

"Bella?" I ask her. Suddenly I am worried that she is regretting last night.

She stops what she is doing to look up at me. "Good morning Edward. I am sorry but I have got to get going. I have a meeting with that client I was telling you about. And I think I've figured out how to help him."

"That's great Bella," I tell her. "Can you at least stay for breakfast?"

She smiles and walks over to me. She gives my cheek a quick kiss and nods toward the kitchen. "I'm so sorry I can't stay, but I made you waffles." I turn and look to see a plate of fresh waffles sitting on the kitchen table, waiting for me to eat them.

"Can I see you later?" I question her. I am dying to make sure that she feels okay about the change in our relationship.

"Of course!" She replies. "I'll see you for lunch, okay?" I nod my head in agreement as she turns to leave.

"Bella?" I call out to her. She turns back around and looks at me expectantly.

"Hmmm?"

"We're okay right?" She cocks her head slightly in confusion. "I mean, after last night, we're still okay right? You're not going to run away are you?"

Bella puts down her bag and walks toward me. When she reaches me she wraps her arms around me and leans her head against my chest. My heart keeps threatening to stop beating altogether.

"Edward, I'm here until you send me away. And maybe even longer than that." She tells me and I feel my heart beat slow and my entire body relax at her words.

"That will never happen, Bella," I tell her. "I will always want you."

She smiles up at me but I can tell that she still has problems believing my words. Before I can profess my commitment further, she grabs her bag and heads out the door.

-Bella-

I hate leaving Edward like that, but I finally figured out what I needed to do about Jacob; and none too soon. His father's funeral was yesterday and he is going over to the house today to decide what to do with everything.

I rush home, and take a quick shower, and call Angela. She clears her schedule and agrees to meet me at the office. Angela arrives shortly after I do and I tell her my plan. She calls Jacob to arrange a time to meet as I get everything ready.

Realizing that my plan may take a while, I call Edward and ask if I can miss lunch and see him at dinner. He is saddened that he will not see me until later, but assures me that he understands. I hate missing our lunch, but I need to have all of Isa's obligations complete by the time I reveal myself to Edward

-Jacob-

I hang up the phone, happily surprised at the morning's turn of events. As I had expected, no one showed up to my father's funeral. He had many friends when my brother and I were younger, but as things progressed they all slowly drifted away. By the time Seth died, only a few people came around to offer their sympathies; and when my father died, I don't think it even made the paper.

So, getting off the phone with Isa's assistant, Angela, telling me that Isa has decided to support me as I deal with what my father has left behind, has lifted a large weight off of my shoulders. I don't have to be alone in this. I know this is not what Isa does, but I am glad that she decided to help.

We agree to meet at my father's house in an hour. I take a quick shower and toss on some nice clothes. I know the walls of that house can't talk, but if they could, I want them to say that I did better than what was destined for me. I beat the odds, I beat the life my father told me I was fated to have.

Isa's car drives up shortly after I arrive. Isa opens the door and walks quietly to my side. As usual, not a word is spoken. I expect Angela to get out of the car and join us, but she remains in the car, her hair down and hiding her face.

Isa gestures for us to go inside and I lead the way into the house. I take a moment in the main room and try to see past the overwhelming evidence that my father lived here, and the memories that are being invoked. Unable to see anything beyond my hate for the past, I make my way to the back bedrooms where Seth and I slept.

As I walk into Seth's room, a wall of emotion hits me and it is all I can do to remain standing. Nothing has changed since the last time I was here; even his dirty laundry still sits in the hamper. Feeling myself get dizzy, I move over to the bed and take a seat, closing my eyes against the feelings of sorrow taking over my mind.

Suddenly I feel something being draped over my face. I open them to find that Isa has placed a blindfold over my eyes, making it impossible to see anything. I have no idea how this will help, but I have come to trust Isa's crazy ways, so I say nothing.

I sit there, gathering myself, when I feel an object being placed into my hands. I feel around it trying to discover what it is. It soon becomes apparent that it is Seth's Batman figurine. He was such a huge Batman fan when he was younger; he would stand in line at midnight to see all of the Batman movies, even the bad ones.

"Seth loved Batman." I tell Isa. "I remember this one time, we gave him a Batman themed birthday party. Our cousin Paul dressed up as Batman and delivered his cake." I chuckle at the memory. "And then Paul gave him his utility belt before he left saying that he had more at the Bat cave. Seth talked about nothing else for weeks." I can't help but smile thinking about that day.

The figurine is taken from my hands and a new item is placed there. This time it is a guitar pick. Not just any guitar pick though, it was the wooden one that Seth carved himself. "He was so proud of himself when he did this." I explain. "I had been learning how to play guitar and Seth was determined to learn it too. I think he was trying to impress a girl or something." I shake my head remembering the goofy grin my brother sported for weeks about that girl. "I told him that a guitar player's pick was the most important thing to have, that even the worst guitar would play good if you have the right pick. So he decided that he had to put everything into that pick. He searched for days for the right wood, and then spent a week whittling it. When he finally used it, it sounded horrible!" I laugh at this before continuing. "He never did get the girl, but he learned to play the guitar really well."

Isa hands me several more items and I recall a memory from each. I am really getting into the memories when Isa pulls the blindfold from my eyes. I look around the room and it is as if I am seeing it for the first time. Instead of longing, I see the memories, I see the happy times we had, I remember my brother as he was before all the bad things happened. I had almost forgotten how happy he was.

I turn toward Isa and she simply nods at me and then motions toward the next room. We repeat the same thing for each room of the house, blindfolded, she hands me items and I share the memories with her.

There are a few items that bring bad memories and Isa immediately takes them from me. I do not know what she does with them, but I am glad that they are gone. My father's room holds more bad than good memories, but I somehow make it through. We finish the main room last and I take a look back at the house. Isa has removed a lot, but a lot still remains. However I now feel like I can finally make peace with what is left.

An idea suddenly occurs to me and I can't help but smile at the new thought.

"I'm going to make this a safe haven." I tell Isa and it feels good to tell someone, to get it out into the universe. "I'm going to turn this into a place for people like Seth to go; where they can be safe and have people here to help them, like counselors. I may not have been able to save my brother, but I can help others like him." Isa nods her head again and I know she approves.

We step outside and I see that Isa has moved all of the items that brought forth bad memories to a pile in the front yard. Next to it is a can of gasoline and a matchbook. She is leaving this choice up to me and I am grateful for that fact.

I quickly sift through the pile and pull out anything that I can take to the local good will and place it into my truck. Then I pile the remaining things up neatly, set it ablaze, and watch as it burns. I see Isa leaving as the fire rages and I turn to look at her, hoping she can see the gratitude in my eyes. She nods her head at me, gets into the car, and is driven away.

-Bella-

I start the car as I see Angela walking toward me from the now roaring fire. She gets into the back and pulls off the veil as I pull away from Jacob's house.

"Seriously, Bella? How the hell do you breathe in this thing?" She asks me as she begins to take off Isa's clothes.

I don't answer her, choosing instead to simply laugh at her comment. I am glad that she was able to help Jacob, I know it was beyond my realm of expertise. I have come to realize that Isa is not just me all covered up, the point of her being covered is that Isa can be anyone at all. I suddenly feel like the Dread Pirate Roberts, ready to turn over the pirate ship and settle back with my fortune. Isa has grown beyond a silly girl wanting to get her revenge on the world; she is now truly someone I am proud of, someone I can finally let go of.

A/N: So Bella is finally ready to let go, and Jacob has got his closure. I have to thank my husband for not letting me forget about Jacob.

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