Epilogue.

It's snowing in the third week of January as I hurry towards the community room at the library. I can't believe I'm late, today of all days, and I hastily stamp the snow off my boots and push my way through the door. "Sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," Kari says with a grin.

"We're just enjoying our new luxury," Angie says with a laugh, as she wiggles her butt more comfortably down into the new beanbag seats we voted that we wanted last week. "This is way more relaxing than those horrible plastic chairs!"

There's a purple one left next to Nicole, and I sink into it, giggling as the beans all shift around me. "You're right, this is much better."

I think it's the first time I've seen Nicole not crying as she smiles at me from her pink beanbag. "They're good. Thanks for getting them Kari."

"Don't thank me," Kari says, crouching by the small table in the centre of the circle, pouring out plastic cups of juice and handing them around, along with a frosted cupcake each. "None of these beanbags came from my pocket…I've got some news for the group."

Everyone looks up, and Kari meets my eye with a brief wink before she says, "I wanted to let you all know that this support group has been given a very welcome, very generous donation of funds which is going to enable us to run for a long time…basically indefinitely at this point. The beanbags are part of it- we're going to do a few things to make this a more welcoming and friendlier feeling space. I want your input on that though, so think about what kind of things would make this a place where you, and girls like you, would feel comfortable and safe enough to come back to regularly and open up. We've also got the money for a few other special programs and guest speakers that we can have come into the group when you're all ready for that."

"Sounds good," Kat says.

"It's very good," Kari says with her husky laugh. "The other thing I wanted to discuss with you was our name- while calling this the Young Women's Sexual Assault Survivor Support Group is very informative…it's also very clunky, dry, and somewhat in-your-face. Not everyone is comfortable outing themselves as a survivor just by walking into a group meeting when there's a notice with that name on the door. I thought we needed a change."

I look at her and raise my eyebrows. She hasn't mentioned anything about changing the name to me.

Since I first told Kari what I planned on doing with the money she and I have discussed it endlessly. Firstly about whether or not donating the money to the hospital was the right thing for me to do, and then when she accepted that I was serious and determined to do it and was very unlikely to regret it, we talked a lot about what I really want to achieve with my endowment. By clarifying my feelings and what I hoped to achieve we were able to make a short list of goals for the money that I took with me when Carlisle and I met with the his lawyer and the hospital lawyer to draft out the terms of the endowment. It was all a lot more complicated than I had anticipated, but things are finally looking settled.

Kari looks at me, and for a moment she loses her professional mask as I see tears shimmering in her eyes. "I think our group needs a name that you can mention to each at any time and still feel you're being discreet. I just didn't know what it should be until recently…but in honour of our donor and in memory of one special little life that was lost to violence, I think we should call ourselves Lily's Group."

Ohhh. Kari's never mentioned it and I would never have even thought to ask for something like that as a condition of my donation, but how perfect. A memorial for my baby Lily. We'll say her name and it will mean something good; her name will become synonymous with this group that has so quickly become a place of strength and healing for me.

"Thank you," I mouth at Kari, as I shift slightly to a more comfortable spot in my beanbag and look around the circle, seeing the nods and smiles of the other girls. They know, and they like the idea too. Lily's Group.

I am Rosalie Lilian Hale, and once I was hurt so badly I thought I was broken and would never be whole again. What they did changed me but they couldn't break me – I fought and struggled against the shame and the fear until I found the strength and beauty and love that lit up my darkness and made my world bright again. I am a survivor.


A/N- A happy ending for Rosalie then- she's in a good place with Emmett and her family and most importantly, she's feeling good about herself. It's been a hard road for her but I think she's going well.

And I loved writing about her! So much gratitude for the prompt that led to writing this, because human Rosalie and human Emmett were as gorgeous as their vampire counterparts, with the added fun of being able to make them eat and sleep too. I've loved having them living in my head over the last few months while I've been writing this.

Thank you again to everyone who reads and reviews. Knowing what you like (and don't like) is so helpful and really encourages me to keep writing. I love talking about the stories and the characters, so I honestly mean it when I say feel free to write me a note anytime.

This is the end of the story, but I have a few bits and pieces that I've written that go along with it that I'll post over the next couple of days. Some scenes from Emmett's POV and one from Jasper's…nothing major, but I always like reading them for other people's stories so I figure I might as well add them on here too.

EDIT September 2014- I just wanted to put this here, that I've written the prequel to this story. Hothouse Flowers tells the story of the year before, when Rosalie started going out with Royce and when her world started to crack.

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It is, I must admit, the most depressing story I've ever written. If you don't like angst it's not for you! But if you love Rosalie and want to read more and don't mind having your heart broken for her, then you might want to give it a try.

And as always, please don't be shy about leaving a note or message with any thoughts or suggestions you might have about my stories!