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~EPILOGUE~

A little girl of about 4 sat on the front steps of her house, examining her new shoes in front of her. Her ringlets of brown hair fell around her face in a messy way, her big brown eyes contemplated the buckles and snaps on her feet. A little boy of about the same age with striking bronze coloured hair was kicking a soccer ball around lazily on the grass. He sat down where he was, heaving a sigh. It was a hot day for Forks, Washington. The little girl walked over and sat herself beside the little boy, smiling.

"Let's look at clouds." He said to her. She agreed, and lay down on her back, their forearms pressed close together.

"I see an elephant, just there!" She pointed at a fluffy looking ball of white hanging high above them. He screwed up his face in concentration, trying to see what she saw.

"I don't see it. I see a bucket pouring water." He said, tilting his head to one side and opening his green eyes wider.

"I see it." She said simply. They lay like this for a while more, the little boy humming a song he had thought up. A simple, happy sounding five-note melody. Just then, an older looking boy of about 6 strolled outside. He looked very much like the little girl. He waved cheerily at the two younger children before running down the street and meeting up with a group of friends to play a game they had been planning for days.

The little girl sighed.

"Edward, this isn't very fun." She said, sitting up. He sat up too, his mouth drooping into a frown.

"I know." He said. They sat, wondering what to do for a while, before the little boy roared loudly. It startled the little girl, but soon she was into the little boys game. They crawled around on their hands and knees, roaring and being lions, fierce kings and queens of the savannah. They tackled antelopes, they chased safari jeeps, they pretended to bask in the African sun. Occasionally the lions would have a brawl, tumbling and rolling and tickling each other's sides, pretending to bite and scratch. No one would win in the end. After a while, the little boy sat back down, breathing heavily. The little girl plopped down beside him. They grinned breathlessly at each other, tired from running around. Being lions was tough work. The sun was starting to go down, and they pretended one last time before the day was out that they were lions, sitting on their own pride rock, watching the sunset over their land. A lady with a kind face and caramel coloured hair opened the screen door, and called out to the children.

"Bella, Edward! Come in now." She said. With a sense of disappointment, the two children stood up and brushed the grass of the seat of their pants. They threw their arms over each other's shoulders and marched into the house, their stomachs rumbling and their knees stained green.

Later, the little girl was just falling asleep, the little boy beside her. He was already sleeping, his eyes closed gently and his breathing calm and even. The little girl thought about their game. She thought about their dinner. She thought about all the random things that run through your head while you're trying to get to sleep. She closed her eyes, trying again. Finally, her thoughts started slowing down, her breathing deeper. Finally, she was slipping into dreams. But before she was unreachable, one last thought made it's way into her brain. She loved a little boy very very much. Even more than she loved herself.

A girl of about ten was poised at the bottom of a set of stairs, her muscles tense and ready to go. Her brown hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing light brown shorts and a yellow shirt. A boy of about the same age was arranged in the same position beside her. He looked over at her and grinned wickedly. She grinned back.

"Ready?" Asked a man with a crinkly smile, seated at the kitchen table, just off to the side of the stairs. The both nodded in unison. "Go!" He called, and the boy and the girl took off, making their way up the stairs as quickly as they could, running hopping and skipping steps. This was apparently a common activity for the two. When they reached the top, they turned on a dime and bolted back down. The boy with green eyes halted first at the bottom, with the girl following very closely behind. "Edward wins." The man announced. The girl looked momentarily disgruntled, before smiling widely again.

"Rematch!" She said eagerly. The boy nodded fervently. The man, who looked like the girls father, rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Okay." He said, and the two arranged themselves in their starting positions once more. "Go!" The man called again. They raced up and down, up and down, up and down, stopping finally when the girl announced she was tired.

An hour or so later, the pair was seated on the couch, watching a film called Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The girl was leaning into the boy's side, but this was nothing unusual. Her legs were sore from doing the stairs so many times and the boy's feet were cramping, but they still laughed at the jokes on the screen. The girl looked up at the boy, her best friend, her other half, and smiled. She loved him very very much. Even

more than she loved herself.

The girl and the boy are now about 15, and they are sitting at a beach, somewhere sunny and warm. They are on vacation in Florida for a week. The beach is crowded and full of little kids making sandcastles. There are families and people everywhere. The girl is lying down on her striped towel in her bathing suit, trying to get some colour on her fair skin. The boy is doing the same, his skin even whiter than hers, but with muscles almost fully developed on his stomach. He passes her a book, and she begins to read her part. They are sharing the reading of a textbook, studying for some test they will miss while on vacation. The older boy from before runs by, his hair wet and sandy, pursued by a boy with blond hair, who is flinging gobs of sand at him.

"Common denominator is?" The girl asked, the book shielding her face from the sun. The boy made a face of concentration, feeling the rays of sun beat down on his body.

"A quantity into which all the denominators of a set of fractions may be divided without a remainder." The boy answered, having memorized an answer from the book before hand.

"Good." The girl said, handing him back the large book. He closes it and sets it down beside him. He stands up, and offers his hand to the girl. She takes it, and the two of them go down to the warm looking water, and dive in fearlessly. The water is silky and salty, so unlike the water of the ocean that they are used too. The boy splashes the girl, laughing evilly, but she gets him back, dunking his head. He grabs her around the waist with both his arms and flings her as far as he can into the water. When she doesn't resurface straight away he swims quickly over. She pops her head up, giggling, and the boy lets out a sigh of relief. Thank god she's okay. He loved a girl very very much. Even more than he loved himself.

"Edward don't!" Bella shrieked, her voice muffled by blankets. He tickled her mercilessly. He knew all her weak spots. Mencius once said that friendship is one mind in two bodies, and if that statement has been proved true by Bella and Edward for years. He let's her go and kisses her on the lips. She responds eagerly, and when the kiss is finished, they lay back down on her bed.

The way he makes her feel is like, smelling fresh cut grass or being in the back of a convertible. Or returning home from a long trip. It's like the feeling you get when you get an 'A' on your report card and your parents tell you how proud they are. Or when you hear your family laugh together or the whooshing of a tunnel when you drive with the windows down. It's like when you're outside on a hot summer day and you have a cold glass of water. It's like the feeling you get when you hear your favorite childhood song on the radio for the first time in years, you turn it up and feel so alive. Or laying in bed watching a snow storm, knowing you don't have to get up for hours and just get to in the warmth of your comforters.

She knows it's real because of the way her stomach flip flopped during her first true kiss with him, or when she drives around in the front seat of his car, and even though she should feel scared beyond control because he's driving so fast and stupid, she feels so safe and alive.

He knows it's real because he just feels so pristine and happy and perfect in this moment that he wouldn't change it for the world.

She snuggles up closer to him and closes her eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace from him, nothing like fitting her face into the curve of his shoulder and filling her lungs with the scent of him. She breathes in gratefully, and as he strokes her hair gently, she kisses his nose.

"I love you even more than I love myself." She says to him, and he smiles peacefully, gathering her up in his arms even tighter.

"Me too." He says.

THANK YOU

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