I was sitting at the head of the Cullens' dining room table, silent. The rest of the seats were occupied by the Cullens—minus Renesmee—and the Denali clan. But they seemed different somehow. They were beautiful, yes, but in the human way, not the vampire way. None of them had the gold eyes I'd seen everyday for so long. Jasper, for example, and Rosalie had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Alice's eyes matched my own, and Bella's eyes were the chocolate brown Edward had said he'd admired so much when she was human.

"Jasmine." Esme said my name slowly, and her voice sounded like a bird's song. It was dreamlike. "There's someone here to see you."

All heads turned to the doorway that led from the living room to the dining room. I turned my head the same direction. And there I saw the person I'd wanted to see for so long. Seth entered the room with a sad smile.

"Seth," I sobbed. "You didn't leave me! I knew you wouldn't leave me!" I flung myself at him, hoping to be caught by his strong, loving arms. Instead, he took a step away from me. My eyes filled to the brim with tears. I took one step toward him with my hand outstretched. He just took another step back. I started crying.

"Don't cry, my angel," he whispered. "I love you."

"If you love me, then why won't you let me near you?" I asked, tears running down my cheeks.

He turned toward the people sitting at the table. "Jasmine, honey, do you see them?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. Clearly.

"Who are they?"

"They're my family," I said matter-of-factly. "And some family friends." I smiled at Carmen and Eleazar for emphasis.

"No, sweetie," Kate said. "Not necessarily."

"We're the ghosts of your family and friends," Jasper said. "Spirits, souls, if you will."

"That's impossible!" I said. "The Cullens aren't dead!"

"Oh, my dear, but we are," Tanya said. She had hazel eyes. They weren't far from the gold I'd seen her with, but still a change. "What you see in front of you is the humanity that died within us—or them, depending on how you wish to see it—before it was reborn."

"You see, Jasmine," Edward said. "When our human lives ended, our humanity died, but reincarnated, in a sense, into our new bodies. We still have a hold of that humanity, but it's a different humanity."

"So, you mean to tell me, that you're the souls of my family?" I clarified, trying not to cry.

Carmen nodded. "As we specified before, yes."

"But then that means…" I turned to Seth. "You really are gone, aren't you?"

Seth nodded somberly. "I'm afraid so, Jasmine. Not even death, however, can change the way I feel about you."

"But you're not coming back," I whispered. "Your humanity, your soul… it won't be reborn into a new version of yourself like it was with the Cullens."

He shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he said. "I may be a wolf, but I'm still human. Humans don't come back as themselves when they die, Jasmine."

"Seth," Bella said, "I think that's enough. You're scaring her."

"It's time for us to go, anyway," Carmen said. "Jasmine needs to wake up now."

"No," I choked. "Please, don't leave me again. You promised."

Seth looked away from me and closed his eyes. "Not everyone can keep their promises all the time," he said.

"I can't even hug you goodbye?" I asked.

"You can try," he whispered. "But I can't guarantee you'll like what you feel."

I was confused by his words until I tried throwing my arms around him. The body that had seemed so warm, inviting, and sturdy to me just a few seconds ago was mere mist that my arms went right through the middle of, causing me to hug myself.

The bodies, souls, ghosts, whatever you wanted to call them, started to evaporate into thin air.

"No!" I screamed with all the force I would manage. "Please, please, no!"

"I love you, Jasmine. Don't ever forget me," were the last words I heard before I broke down sobbing on a floor that soon turned to black and left me falling into a pit of despair.

That was the dream I'd had the night before. During my sleep, every word that had been spoken, every action, had made perfect sense. But when I woke, and went over every aspect of it, I found it made no sense. At all. It was another one of those dreams—I'd been having them a lot lately. They'd make sense while I was asleep, but the second I opened my eyes and tried to think it over, I ended up confused with a headache like no other.

I'd woken with sweat covering every inch of my body and a note from Alice saying she left Nayeli in her crib, dressed and ready, and they were leaving without me. She also left the address in case I'd forgotten it—as if I would. I had the damn thing memorized.

It was Tuesday, the day I'd dreading.

The service was today, and as I stood, dressed in black from head to toe, next to the window, I couldn't help but wonder if today was just another day. If I was downstairs making breakfast for those in the family who ate and Seth would sneak up on me like he always did when I was beating the eggs or chopping tomatoes. But I knew that was impossible, because Seth was gone, and this time, he wouldn't be coming back.

The light I'd relied on had been growing dimmer and dimmer as the days went by. Alice, Bella… they were all right. He wasn't here anymore. Nayeli had finally understood the concept of the word "gone" and hadn't stopped crying. I didn't mind holding her—she was the last I had left of him, and I loved her so much. If I had been to lose Nayeli at that point, I would have had nothing left to do but die.

The Cullens, along with the wolf pack and several adults from the reservation, had already left for the service. I was to drive myself and Nayeli later in my car. It would be the first time I actually drove the car, because there was no Seth to tease me about being easily distracted and not fit to drive yet. And just when I thought my body had run out of tears, merciless sobs wrecked my body, and I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around me.

Would I be able to stand up there and keep myself composed as I'm handed a folded flag? I didn't think I could—but it was the wife who accepted the flag and most of the sympathy, not the mother, the sister, or the in-laws.

I put one hand on the wall to balance myself as I tried to stand.

"Why did you have to leave me?" I sobbed to no one. "You promised you'd stay! You promised!"

I was surprised Nayeli hadn't started calling me by then. She always called my name when she heard me having an emotional breakdown. My surprise was quickly replaced with worry, and I ran over to her room to see her.

I entered her room, and the cold air coated with rain hit me like a wrecking ball. The window was open and Nayeli was no where to be found.

"Oh, dear God," I whispered as I searched desperately for her. I looked under the blankets in the crib, and my hands came across a folded piece of paper. I pulled it out and read its contents quickly.

Jasmine,

So sorry about your husband, dear. Such a shame, don't you think? Oh, and your daughter is simply delightful. I'm sure Aro will find her delectable.

Sincerely, Jane.

PS: You might want to work on crying less and watching your daughter more. That is, if you have another one, because I don't think little Nayeli will live much longer.

Every swear word I'd ever heard ran through my head at that moment as I internally cursed the Volturi and myself for this. I should've been paying attention to her. I shouldn't have insisted to Alice the night before that she leave Nayeli with me and that I'd take her myself. I shouldn't have done so many things.

But at that moment I felt there was only one thing I should do, and that I was going to do.

At first I wasn't going to bother enough to close the window, but I didn't want Alice being angry about the carpet being stained more than it already was. I shut the window quickly before starting out to the garage, tears staining my face the entire way. I grabbed the first pair of keys I could get my hands on—which turned out to be those of the Vanquish—and got into the driver's seat. The garage door opened and I sped out, going faster than I'd ever driven in my life. Cullen speed, I imagined. Maybe even faster.

Alice must have seen what I was going to do by then, so I had to do this fast. Sure, the service was out of state, but Alice could do anything if she was determined enough. I stepped on the gas pedal, thanking whatever god it had been that made the downpour so heavy today that no other car was even on the highway. I drove like a maniac to Newton's Olympic Outfitters, and when I finally arrived, I made sure to spend a good few unnecessary minutes out in the rain, so that the person—or people—inside didn't have to think to ask my why I was crying. My tears mixed with the rain, and a quick look in the side mirrors of the car proved that no one would notice.

I walked inside only to be greeted by an overly perky Mrs. Newton and her son, the infamous Mike.

"Pouring outside, isn't it?" she asked. One look at my face and she seemed to instantly know who I was.

"Say, you're that girl that moved in with the Cullens a few years ago, aren't you?" she asked. I nodded.

"Oh, sweetie, are the rumors about your husband true?" she wanted to know.

I decided to play dumb, even though I was fighting back sobs.

"What rumors?" I asked.

"All the townsfolk are saying—you know what? Never mind. It's obvious talk has just gotten out of hand nowadays. Anything in particular you're looking for today?"

"Um… rope," I said. "And some new hiking supplies. My family and I are gonna spend a few days up in the mountains when it get warmer." I added the hiking crap so she wouldn't suspect anything. Her son, though, looked at me a bit weird, like he suspected something.

"Sure, I'll have Mike help you out with that," she said.

"Mike Newton, at your service," he mumbled.

"Show her where the hiking stuff is, Mike," she said.

"Sure thing," he said and started trudging down one of the aisles. He handed me the rope, two backpacks, and some stuff I didn't recognize. I paid for it with a credit card Alice had given me for emergencies before starting my way out to the car again.

"Here, let me help," he said.

"There's only two bags," I said. "I can take it." Was he trying to get in my way? One look in his eyes and I knew yes was the answer. He took the bags from my hands and led me out to the car. I started to take the bags from him, but he held them away from me.

"Hey!" I said. "Give!"

"I know what you're going to do," he said. "And I'm not letting you go through with it."

My tears started up again. I felt my face turn red.

"What do you know?" I sobbed against my will. I snatched the bags from him and threw them into my car. "You don't even know me!"

"But—"

"Enough, Mike!" I screamed before getting into the car and slamming the door in his face. As I sped away, I couldn't help but worry that he would call someone—like Bella. I heard they kept in touch—and warn them. But a look in my rearview mirror told me he wasn't telling anyone anything. He looked defeated, and I knew I'd won. I drove with my tears blurring my vision back to the house. I was relieved to see none of the Cullens were there. I stuffed my turned-off cell phone into the glove compartment of the car before stepping out of it and running—soaking wet—back into the house.

I dropped the orange bag in my closet and sat at my desk. I grabbed a paper and pencil.

I couldn't make it to the service—when you find me you'll know why. I love you guys, the only family I've had in so long, but I've already lost my husband. Losing my daughter has proved to be too much. Please forgive me.

Love, Jasmine.

My writing was messy and my tears made some of my letters blur. I attached the letter from Jane to it, to prove my point. I would miss my family, but, if I was lucky, I'd make it to Seth and Nayeli, and we could be the family that we never really got a chance to be.

I took the rope from the bag and tossed everything else to the side—I didn't need it, anyway. I just bought it so that Mrs. Newton didn't suspect anything.

I couldn't stop my crying, no matter how much I tried, as I flung one end of the rope over the highest clothing rod in my closet. It was empty, so I didn't have to worry about throwing clothes onto the floor. Alice might want them later—we were the same size.

I fumbled with the rope until I was able to create a noose big enough to fit around my head, then my neck. I pulled a chair over and stood on it. Then, with shaking fingers, I brought the loop over my head.

I heard the garage door open and knew I was running out of time. I was surprised Alice had even bothered with opening the garage if she'd seen what I was to do. But what if she hadn't seen me? What if she had no clue what I was up to and she just came to see why I hadn't arrived at the service yet?

No, she wouldn't have taken the time if she hadn't seen this coming.

I lifted my leg to kick the chair over. As I moved to hit the chair with the bottom of my foot, I knew I needed to say my last words.

"Seth," I whispered. "Seth, I'm coming."

A/N: I'm not asking for anything, except maybe mercy, like it would be really sweet if no one killed me.

Also, I decided that my story was going to be wayyyyyyyyyyy too long, so I'm sorry to say that this is where I am ending Jasmine's story. I hope all my reviewers will continue to read my other stories, though. Sorry bout ending it like this, but this is what had to be done.

No, I'm totally kidding. I'm not so much of an idiot to end it here. Reviews are love!