Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
"Come on, B," I whisper as I put my hands on her arms.
She sinks a little into me, but her feet don't move.
I give her a few moments and take this time to notice Edward.
To notice him in a casket.
A casket he'll be buried in.
He's still handsome, still Edward.
But it's not him.
And as I wait for Bella to say her final goodbyes, I close my eyes, whisper a prayer, and say mine.
I wish you had more time on this earth, to make more people happy. But I promise you we won't forget you or let others forget you. Because you were a good man, and you meant a lot to us, to your family.
We'll miss you.