Ending 1

Bella

Edward's mother's face was torn up with grief. Her tears openly running down her face. My heart thudded in my chest at the thought of what she needed to tell me.

"Hunni, Edward passed away last night."

My heart stopped its beating. "No, i was just with him last night." i protested. My reasoning discarded her words.

"He was coming home late last night, when his car lost control. It was raining really heavily and there was nothing he could do. His car crashed into a tree and he wasn't wearing a seat belt..."

My ears heard her words but they refused to believe them. "That's not true. He was just with me. We had plans to.. His car is out front!" i say, my hysteria getting the best of me.

"Edward and his father both have the same car Bella. Edward is gone."

Her words tore at my soul. I could not believe this, i did now want to believe this. This was not the way things were supposed to end! How could they end like this? How could this happen to me, to him! He was the love of my life and now he was just gone. The meadow was almost like a dream. This was our big day, this was the day that we should have shared together. This was not fair.

"This cant be true. I loved him." i said, my voice choking on my words.

"I loved him too...I'm glad that you met my son. He seemed so sad these last few years. You brought him happiness and for that i'm thankful."

"But he's gone." i said weakly.

"No one is ever truly gone. They are only inside our hearts. I am devastated at his loss just as you are. But the one thing my son did teach me, is that life goes on. We choose how we want it to go from here on out. Edward would not want you to suffer." she said.

"How can i not suffer? He was everything to me. I don't want to even life here in a world that he is not a part of."

"Hunni, he is a part of this world. He will never disappear from that. I hear him every time Alice laughs. I hear him every time i hear his fathers car. I hear him in everything that i do. That is why i'm not destroyed over this. I will forever mourn the loss of my son, but i know that he is waiting for me. Wherever souls go, one day i will be there with him."

I looked up into her green eyes, so much like Edward's, and i saw the truth shining back at me. The love of my life was gone. His bones soon to be buried in the town cemetery. In a few years his sisters would be added. They would spend the rest of eternity playing together in this sun. Edward was now at peace. I seen that now, his journal was proof of this. He did not die in misery.

I would miss him til the end of my days. I would mourn him to the end of my days. But that did not mean i had to give up on life. He had won me my scholarship and i would see to it that i fulfilled that promise. I loved him with all that i had.

Over the next few months, my grief was paramount. The whole town was shocked at his sudden death. He was a good student and a nice person to all who knew him. My art teacher had ceremoniously brought Edward's journal to my house. It was now one of my most prized belongings. I kept it through out the years.

So what happened to me? What happened to the girl who fell in love all those years ago. Well i finished college with a degree, i grew up and left Forks. I only returned for my mothers funeral, and Alice's. I always made sure that when i was in town i always visited those special places. Those places that made me feel like a teenager again. I always remembered to bring two white roses for the two grave markers that were set, side by side.

You never know how much time you have. It could be a year, a week, even a day. I only had a short amount of time with the one i loved but i would not go back and change a thing. Love has no constraints, it is limitless. My love for Edward is still as strong as when i first met him. The amazing thing is, is that sometimes i can still hear his voice. His soft sweet voice drifting through the wind. Always reminding me of where i came from, and all that i had lost. The words i always hear every night as i sit in my arm chair out on my porch. My arthritis bent hands clutched in my lap. Old age had now run its course.

Yet i can still hear those words, as if it was only yesterday. Those words that a lonely boy had said to me a long time ago.

I love you.

Ending number one. If this isnt what you were looking for then maybe 2 will be your cup of tea.