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BPOV

We spent the whole day being with each other, loving each other without worries of me being harmed. Being with Edward made everything feel right. Once we made it out of our bedroom, I walked over to the piano, my journal was laying on top of it.

"What were you playing, when I was changing?" I remembered the melancholy of the music.

"Would you like me to play it for you?" He offered. I nodded and sat next to him. It carried the same heavy sadness that I remembered hearing. I heard the words forming in my head again. Apparently, this was something I carried into this life.

"Could I use the letter you left me? As your eulogy?" Edward asked, staring at the journal. "Of course I would make a few changes, but you are much more eloquent than I could ever be."

"That's not even remotely true, but of course. Technically that letter is yours to do with as you please," I laid my head on Edward's shoulder. The sun was setting again. He would have to go to Charlie's house.

"I don't want to leave you," Edward sighed into my hair.

"And I don't want you to leave, but my parents-," I mumbled.

"I understand," Edward pressed his lips to mine. We walked back to the house, Emmett was the first to acknowledge our presence.

"Wow, done already," he laughed. If I could blush, I'm sure I would be, "Break a lot of stuff?"

Jasper and Carlisle snickered.

"Emmett, no," I shook my head. We had broken a lot of things, but Emmett did not need anymore ammunition for his crude jokes. It was enough that he had done that in front of Charlie. It gutted me to think about what Charlie and Renee were going through, what I was putting them through.

I noticed the Forks newspaper on the table in front of Carlisle. I could read the words even though they weren't anywhere near me. I knew my obituary would be in there.

"Can I see it?" I asked, nodding my head toward the newspaper.

"Are you sure?" Carlisle asked. He and Edward both looked concerned.

"Does it say something bad?"

"No, it can just be a lot to take in," Edward clarified. I nodded and Carlisle handed me the sections with the obituaries. This was the Forks local newspaper, so it was a small section. I was the only recent passing.

Isabella "Bella' Marie Cullen, Née Swan

On September 13, 2014, Bella Cullen, daughter to Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer, wife to Edward Cullen, and friend to many tragically passed away after a long and courageous battle from cancer. She was 18. She was beloved by this town and will be dearly missed. Funeral will be held September 17th at Forks Cemetery at noon.

They were right, it was strange to read about my death.

"Are you okay?" Edward wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Yeah, it's just strange is all," I admitted quietly.

"Are you going to be okay? I don't want to leave you all alone," Edward asked gently

"What are we? Chopped liver?" Emmett's playfulness broke the tension. I laughed, while Edward glared at Emmett.

"It's fine, my parents need you. I'll be fine," Edward nodded and after a quick kiss, he left. I instantly missed his presence, it was the first time in months that we had spent any significant time apart, I was aware that a few hours was not what normal people would consider a 'significant' amount of time, but to me any time apart from Edward felt significant.

We spent our time in the living room, with Alice occasionally checking to make sure we wouldn't have any visitors. Emmett took this time to tease me about my sex life with Edward, each time I tried, with varying degrees of success, to dodge his crude jokes and innuendos. I found out that everyone knew were we were going when we left Forks, I spent quite a bit of time trying to persuade them to tell me where we were going, but no one budged. At one point, Emmett said he would tell me if I answered one of his vulgar questions. I answered that with another question on why he was so concerned with Edward's sex life, everyone roared in laughter. I'd hoped that would be the end of that, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be. I think the only reason Emmett was being extra playful was to take my mind off of what was happening with my parents, and I appreciated that.

I had only spent a few hours with everyone, when Edward returned. He looked visibly upset and tense. After a quick goodnight to everyone, I took Edward's hand and we ran back to our cottage.

"Are you-," I was abruptly cut off by a desperate kiss. We barely made it to our bedroom.

We got redressed, and made our way to the living room.

"That rude interruption didn't answer my question, Edward. Are you alright?" He looked better, but I could feel the sadness radiating off of him.

"Yes, it's difficult mourning with your parents." He paused, "You're a lot to lose, Bella."

"You'll never lose me," I reminded him.

"Even pretending, just thinking about it is almost too much too bear," he shook his head, like he was changing the subject, "And I know for a fact you like my rude interruptions," he said mischievously.

I vaguely recalled writing that, everything in my human life seemed fuzzy, but I knew that I could hold onto those memories, "I do love your rude interruptions, everything about you really."

"And I love everything about you too," Edward said before kissing me again. After he broke away he whispered, "I need to write your eulogy."

"Do you need help?" I was still concerned for Edward, I wanted to make this easier for him in anyway possible.

"No, just be here. I think that helps."

I nodded. I grabbed my journal, and began to write to the woeful tune Edward played for me earlier. It didn't take me as long to write as it did before. I watched Edward taking turns from his pensive look to writing a bit. It was dawn when he finished.

"Can I be there? Out of sight, of course." I was aware how ludicrous that I was asking permission to attend my own funeral, let alone that I could even attend my funeral.

Edward took a minute to think, "Do you think you can handle it?"

"I think so, we could hunt beforehand if you think it'll make it easier?"

Edward just nodded before taking my hand and leading me to hunt once more.

When we were done, it was time for Edward to go meet my parents before the funeral. I looked into the closet that Alice had filled for me. There was no guide on what to wear to your own funeral, so I decided a black dress would suffice. Edward was dressed in a simple black suit, I could see the idea of attending my funeral and eulogizing me was causing him immense pain.

"Just don't forget, I'm right here. I'll always be waiting for you," I promised gently, while rubbing circles into the back of Edward's hand. He leaned his forehead against mine, he took a deep breath, it was like he was inhaling my scent once more. We shared an quick but intense kiss before it was time for him to go. Edward held onto my hand until the very last second.