I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. Gah, I'm a horrible person. Anyways, school started for me (for like 2-3 months), and a lot of others I bet…So, also will update when I can. Writing my notes for History right now, and doing some of my Chinese homework at the same time...I'm a very good at multitasking. I have 5 test this week and today is Monday which means I'm screwed. Okay, I'm rambling so...

I decided to ditch the letter to the parents, 'cos:

I have no idea what to write

I have no idea how to express the feelings since not much is mentioned in the books

They don't know she's dead yet

I want to hurry up and finish this so I can start a new story

I will start a new story ASAP as the idea has been bouncing around my head for ages

So this one's Jake's. Enjoy.

Dear Jake,

Jake, you were my best friend, my confidant, my sunshine and my brother all rolled into one. I have no idea how to thank you, for just being there when I need you, and for being so understanding and accepting about everything. I hurt you more than enough times and yet you can still forgive and help. Thank you so much.

The sides of the letter were long creased as I gripped it hard in my fist. Faintly, Bella's scent lingered from the pieced of paper in everyone's hand. I could smell the saltiness of her tears and I was just a werewolf, imagine being one of those bloodsuckers. It must suck being them – no pun intended.

Remember when we first met? How old were we then? Five? Six? Don't exactly remember either, but times were so different huh? We used to be ignorant little kids who only care in the world was when Barney was next on, or how to successfully build a sandcastle; but now? All we care about is love, love, love. God, it gets old after a while doesn't it. Hmm, I suppose it might not, but for me it does. I just want for everyone to be happy.

I thought back to the day on the Rev, where Charlie came to visit Billy, and I met Bella. I remember we were young, and she was a year older than me, in a red and black flannel, opened up to reveal a white t-shirt, paired with a pair of jeans and Converse. It was tomboy, but I didn't care. I thought she was cool. Years later, we had lost contact, but when I heard she's back in town, I knew she would change lives. Call it instinct, or just sheer lucky guessing, but it turned out true right?

I knew the answer to the phrase "I love you" that you said when you first said it. I knew I would have to hurt you. I love him too much, that it's impossible to choose you. I really love you, you know, but just not the same way I love Edward. Yours is more of the brotherly love, but for him, its one between two lovers. I know how much that must have hurt you, but hopefully at that time, you would have gotten over it, and found someone new.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I have found someone new, her daughter. Yeap, you heard right, her daughter. I wonder if Bella's up there, somewhere, fuming or pissing herself laughing. What would Renesmee think? Her crush once loved her mom and kissed her too. Wow, that would be weird. If Bella was here (still have trouble thinking of that in past tense….wait, am I talking to myself now? Ok, I'm just confusing myself now), she would probably have beaten the crap out of me just for crushing/imprinting on her daughter. Hmm, I wonder if she likes me back…

Jake, thank you. You, the fire in your eyes, it motivates you to do better, and to work harder. It makes me smile whenever I think of that spark. I just, I don't know, think that you would want to know how I feel about everything. This is my last chance you know?

Ok, now that I have thought about it, I don't want to know. It makes everything so final, so dead. It gives that tone that says she's gone, period. So…dark I guess. It just makes me feel really heartbroken to hear what she is about to say.

Jake, please don't cry. You've tried your best; you let me go, you warned me about the pack's planned attack. You protected me against it. Thank you so much, and I guess, well, you were right. I should have not stayed with them, but I am so much happier. I would have rather loved and broke, then to have never loved at all.

I scoffed slightly at the letter. Me? Cry? No way, but I just contradicted myself with the running tear tracks on my cheeks. Truth? I was the only one actually crying in the house. Renesmee is still sleeping, unknowing what the hell just happened and well, the others can't cry so. I still do not know why I helped, but maybe then was because I loved her. Now, I'm not so sure, probably it was the primal instinct to protect my imprint but nonetheless. I let go, because I was weak, because I didn't want the heartbreak that I was bound to have when she told me to leave, most importantly (then) it was because I loved her. And I let her go, so the one I loved would be happy.

Jake, my brother, I'm sorry. I should have never been dragged into your world, and it all actually started with that one story you told me. I really love you, my brother and now its time for goodbyes. You need to be strong, for the Cullens. I know you don't like them much, but somehow, I have a feeling my baby girl would be your imprint. Mother instincts. Stay strong, for Renesmee. Tell her that her mother loves her, tell her about me.

Jacob: don't forget me, and stay strong not only for me, and not necessarily for the Cullens, but mostly for Renesmee. Take care of her, just like you once did to me. Love her, like you once did for me. Protect her, like you once did for me. Remember, I love you.

Love and Goodbye,

Bella

I grasped that sheet of paper tightly, balled up in my fists. I turned around and punched my fist against the solid, concrete wall, leaving a loud, resounding bang. It hurt, damn right it did, but it felt good. It was a technique I have used since young, since my mother died. I would cut myself with a small Swiss knife, the physical pain taking away the mental pain. Doc turned to me, and took my hand, checking for any broken bones, but I shooed him off. I saw Renesmee laying in a crib and instantly I calmed down. Looking at her and seeing the resemblance with the girl who just died is painful, but yet, I think I'm healing. Forcing myself to walk towards her, I took in her hair, chocolate brown, Bella's hair. Her heart-shaped face, Bella's face. It was the same for her nose and her lips, with her bottom lip slightly thicker, making it look pouty. She looked just like Bella, the girl whom I first fell in love with. The girl who broke my heart, the girl who brought me my next love. The girl who I would love, to a certain extent, forever.