Epilogue – Edward's POV

Smiling, I watch Bella as she walks down the path of the garden of our new home. We've settle in a small cottage outside of London. Far enough away from civilization that we don't have to worry about the small breaks in cloud. Today, the sun peeks through and Bella glistens as she walks towards me. I am deliriously happy. I have Bella and my heart feels fuller than it's ever been. Bella and I are together again and am so grateful. I was a fool to have thought that somehow leaving her would be the best thing. We would never have stopped loving each other. Real love doesn't fade. It doesn't matter how much time passes, the feelings will always remain. You may forget the moments with the person, but that feeling they give you in those moments - that's more than a memory. That becomes a part of you and can be unearthed no matter how much time passes. I can't help but want to thank someone, anyone for making my life this wonderful. I feel in debt to some form of guardian angel who has somehow taken it upon herself to grant me the life I always wanted.

Bella pauses, "what?"

I shake my head, "the same as what I'm always thinking."

Bella skips across and sits on the step next to me, leaning slightly against me. I kiss her forehead and take in the moment, promising myself despite the knowledge that I'll have an eternity of moments with her, that I'll take each one and treasure it.

My thoughts are interrupted when a cat, appears out of nowhere, weaving herself between my legs, purring as she scratches her head on my knee.

"She's so beautiful," Bella whispers, petting the cat's grey coat. The cat moves into Bella's hand, relishing the comfort, "she sweet."

The cat turns her attention the fireflies who have appeared amongst the grass of the cottage. She prances off to play amongst them. We watch her, hypnotize by her movements. The cat is graceful, but intentional. Her eye's never leave her prey. She strikes silently with precision and deliberation. It was beautiful in its own sinful way.

"We should keep her," Bella says, lazily leaning against my shoulder.

"We should," I agree.

"She'll need a name," Bella notes.

I watch the cat swipe at another firefly, her golden eyes narrowed. Her face hiding a secret, behind a soft welcoming expression. A contradiction.

The name for her emerges from my lips with no thought, "let's call her Blair."