Hello everyone. :]

Due to certain circumstances, I've changed my goal to 25. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't realize how long it would take to write that many oneshots, and I'm running out of time and steam. School has me too bogged down. D: I will be writing other stories, and one is in the making right now. I'm not sure when I will begin to post though.

I tried to make this oneshot a little sad. I haven't really tried this style much yet. It's short, but I hope it isn't too bad.

Thanks for the reviews, they've helped me get this far.

Hour

Bella Pov:

Hope.

It has the power to move mountains, to keep people alive, and bring peace through times of distress. It has the power to crush souls, break hearts, and leave us breathless. I guess through those six months, it crushed me.

Edward never did come back.

Somehow, I knew he never would. I hoped, and that was going to be the end of me. The cliff diving experience woke me up. I was being stupid and reckless, chasing a figment of my imagination. I was being selfish by making Charlie and Jacob worry so I could hear his voice. I had done so much damage.

No longer hearing Edward's voice wasn't as hard to live through as I had imagined. I had my personal sun there to always hold me together. Jacob was still young and would be moving on with his life. It hadn't been long before he had found a girl he loved and imprinted on her. Keeping him here with me would be criminal, although he felt guilty for leaving me. I could live without someone I had grown to love, one more time.

I did attend college after all with good enough grades. Thankfully school wasn't the one thing I had stopped focusing on in my zombie period. I decided to major in journalism due to the fact that I had always liked reading. I don't know if he saw my articles. I don't know if he thought about me anymore.

I thought of him.

As much as I tried not to think about him, the walls would fall down and he would take over my thoughts, becoming a frequent actor in my dreams. They weren't all bad, but they weren't all good. The important thing was that I no longer woke up screaming or crying. And time continued to move, ready for me to catch up.

I never did marry. I dated a few times, but in their faces I saw him. If they kissed me I remembered how his cold lips felt against mine. Their rough voices reminded me of his smooth one. I wasn't going to get over him.

I still loved him, even as I watched myself get older and older with each passing day. There was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I felt like he loved me too. Foolish, you may say, he left you alone and broken. Why would you think a thing like that?

Hope, remember that?

I became a sister a few years after he left. Renee and Phil gave birth to a healthy little boy, my brother. He looked a little like me, thought I sincerely hoped his future turned out different.

Even though I was completely alone, I felt like he was still there. Sometimes I would catch a flicker in a window, or a shadow on the wall. If I looked, it was always gone. When I was restless at night I could have sworn that I heard my lullaby on the wind.

I lived to be about eighty-four years old, and as I lay there on my bed I knew that my time had come. The world was fading fast, but no tears rushed to my eyes. I had lived a long life and good life, even thought it was one that was filled with terrible sorrows.

A squeaky-screech noise filled the room. My window was opening. I could no longer to see what it was, but my breath caught in a strangely familiar way.

I was dead, I knew it now. It was impossible, because Edward stood in front of me. His bronze hair was tousled with the wind, just like I remembered it. His perfect features were marred with such sever sadness. He slowly walked towards me, and I surveyed him with tired eyes. There was no mercy for the dying.

His ice cold hand touched my arm, and I knew he was real. Surely though, he was just saying goodbye. It was one of those "It was nice knowing you!" sort of moments. At least I thought this, until he whispered my name.

"Bella."

The whisper was broken, bringing on tearless sobs I didn't understand. He didn't love me anymore. With slow movements, he crept onto the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't pull away, but I wouldn't have if I had the strength to. His sobs didn't cease and I spoke quietly.

"It's ok. It will be now."

He was quiet and looked into my eyes.

"I don't feel any pain. This can't hurt me now."

He touched a cool finger to my face, and choked on a breath.

"I get to sleep in your arms, one last time."

The sobs started again, and one lone tear trailed down my weathered face.

I took a deep breath to give my voice more volume. It wouldn't be long now. "Will you sing me to sleep, like you always used to?"

Soon the sound of my lullaby filled the room, and I sighed and closed my eyes. He whispered that he loved me, but if he didn't mean that I was ok with it. He was here. "I love you too Edward."

I sighed one more time, and let him sing me to sleep. A song enough for forever. Every hour of forever.