Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon… Or Eclipse (Tuesday)!!! does dance

AN: I know, I know I haven't been updating. Bad eReid. I could use my writers block as an excuse, but it's not a good one, so we will just ignore that.

IMPORTANT: as you all probably know, Eclipse is coming out Tuesday. I won't be anywhere near this site, until I am done with it. Just so you know. And, you don't have to worry, because I won't post any stories about it until months and months from now, so there will be no spoilers from me. Just thought I'd get that out of the way.

Now, this story is in honor of all the victims of Virginia Tech. Though it is not the date of the anniversary for it, I just want it to be known that none of those students are forgotten. Or their families. Slightly inspired by the song "He Ain't the Leavin' Kind" by Rascal Flatts. If anyone saw the ACM awards, then you know that they did that song in honor of Virginia Tech as well. They are all in our (at least mine) hearts.

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Remember Me

The light from the screen played across the dark walls, reflecting moving figures in her wide, horrified eyes. They intently watched the screen, taking in all the information that was being given, but barely believing it. Faces flashed across the television, sobbing people, frantic police, screaming ambulances. A list of names in the right hand side of the screen boldly displayed the names of people who were known to have fallen. So far there were thirteen.

Her warm hand was clenched around his cold one, squeezing it tightly as the horrid tale unfolded. Some of her brown hair had fallen into her eyes, but she hardly noticed, all attention focused on what was in front of her as she raptly watched the people scurrying around in the box. His wide, deep honey eyes were watching the screen as well, but would occasionally dart to the one beside him. He swiftly moved the hair behind her ear, and then turned back to the news.

The News Caster was speaking now, the camera focused on his slightly lopsided face, his graying black hair slicked back unattractively. As he spilled the details of the terror, the thin exterior emotion feigned sadness and remorse, but he could not control the sick gleam of excitement that danced in his gray eyes at the fact that he was the one who got to cover the story. Though of course he would not really care, he was safe behind his oak desk, inside the confines of the news room, with the burning lights blaring down as he gave his big story. He wasn't affected, he could not feel the pure terror, the pure pain that all those people were going through, waiting to be saved, waiting to hear the someone had been saved. No, all he knew were the mild butterflies he had gotten before going on that morning.

The list of names on the screen had reappeared, and it had grown. He began to read the names, and on the left side of the screen, they began showing a string of live action shots again. The list now reached thirty-three total, the culprit having taken his life as well. Tears filled Isabella's eyes as the man on screen concluded that they would bring updates as they came.

The room was suddenly dark, the screen now blank, remote resting on the side table near Edward. They continued staring at the blank screen, silence settling thickly over the atmosphere, drenched with horror and pain. The girl opened her mouth so as to speak, but closed it again. What could one say?

Her tears had spilled over, and when he caught the scent of them, he quickly took her into his arms and began trying to sooth her while drying her eyes. This was hard to do, for he was in shock himself. This made the entire race seem even more barbaric, yet, the fear and pain he felt for all of the people was overwhelming.

"All those people, all those families!" she whispered through her tears.

"I know." He whispered back. The families…

She abruptly stood, and he allowed her, detaching his arms from around her shoulders. He gave her a slightly questioning look, but she didn't see it for she was already walking towards the kitchen.

The bright yellow of the cabinets seemed odd, contrasting drastically with the black mood. She walked to the phone and picked it up, dialing the familiar number.

After about three rings, someone picked up.

"Hello?" a female's voice sounded. Bella leaned against the counter.

"Mom?" she said quietly.

"Bella? Oh, Bella! Have you seen the news?" her mother cried.

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling," she sniffled, fighting back more tears, "I want you to know I love you. You know that, right?"

"Oh, honey! Yes I know that! Of course I do! I love you too, with all of my heart." Bella smiled wistfully at her mother's comment, glad to hear the familiar voice, know that she was okay, to know that her mom knew she loved her.

"I wanted to make sure you knew," she said quietly, "because so…so many people won't get to say that to their parents tonight." She started crying heavily now, and Edward came into the room, wrapping his arms around her and leaning her against him as she cried.

She could hear her mother crying as well.

"Bells, I love you. And I want you to know, no matter what, I always will."

"Okay mom. I have to go, Charlie, Dad, will be back soon."

"Alright, I love you."

"I love you too." She put the phone back in the cradle and leaned against Edward's chest, and he stroked her hair gently.

"I love you too," she said, her voice muffled by tears and by his shirt.

"I know. And you know what?" he said, lifting her chin with a single cold finger, "I love you too." He kissed her forehead gently, and she closed her watery eyes, sighing before resting her head back against him. They stood like that, both lost in thought, until they heard Charlie pull into the driveway. She pulled away, and looking up at him said, "I need to go see him." Edward nodded, and she left, walking out of the kitchen to go be with her father, grateful she could, when so many others would never get to hold their child again.

Tomorrow, she was determined to lay out crosses near the school. All thirty-three of them.

Names:

Ross Abdallah Alameddine

Christopher James Bishop

Brian Bluhm

- Ryan Clark

Austin Cloyd

Jocelyn Couture-Nowak

Daniel Perez Cueva

Kevin Granata

Matthew Gwaltney

Caitlin Hammaren

Jeremy Herbstritt

Rachael Elizabeth Hill

Emily Jane Hilscher

Matthew J. La Porte

Jarrett L. Lane

Henry Lee

Liviu Librescu

G.V. Loganathan

Partahi Lumbantoruan

Lauren McCain

Daniel O'Neil

Juan Ramon Ortiz

Minal Panchal

Erin Peterson

Mike Pohle

Julia Pryde

Mary Karen Read

Reema Samaha

Waleed Mohammed Shaalan

Leslie Sherman

Maxine Shelly Turner

Nicole Regina White

Cho Seung-Hui

You are in our Hearts. †

Song lyrics:

"They tried their best to drag him out
of a courthouse down in Montgomery
And now they wanna kick him out of school
And take him off our money
They can take those words off of
Paper and stone
But he ain't gone, no

Chorus:
He ain't the leavin' kind
He'd never walk away
Even from those who don't believe
And wanna leave him behind
He ain't the leavin' kind

She stayed mad at him for a lot of years
For takin' her husband
Started losin' her faith
And thinkin' that her life meant nothin'
But when she looks at those kids she raised all by herself
She knows she had some help, yeah
She knows

Repeat Chorus

No matter what you do
No matter where you go
He's always right there with you

Even from those you don't belive
And wanna leave him behind
He ain't the leavin' kind
No, no

He ain't the leavin' kind
He ain't the leavin' kind
Woo, woo
He ain't the leavin' kind"