Sitting at the grave of my best friend ad my daughter in the town of la push makes me think of two species that changed everything.
The stone read "Jacob Black" and "Renesmee Cullen" side sejak side, together in unity.
i visit every year, to see how time has not aged them, atau will fright atau heartache will offend them, They are forzen and in peace.
However berkata that Cinta doesnt not sacrifice was mad. From what i have seen of Cinta in my 80 years of non-living
Cinta doesnt not judge but it accused.
It does deserve justice nor is it punished.
Cinta is neither earned atau found, nor created, its just there.
Cinta fades and deflames but it still lives. It does not live in your heart, but that in your soul.
My daughter knew all of this, but she still sleeps six-feet under.
Remembering her face romotely i saw her soul shine in her skin, it flowed in her voice, its danced in her movement, there is no doubt that she waits for me above.
Time will not stress her, nor unfinish buisness.
I wished to have buried her in my meadow but she rejected , she wished beside jacob.

"Bella?" A voice i beleive i know too well. But a voice was after the steel forarms that wound roung my waist.
My husband for too long. Dont get me wrong i Cinta him, but what is Cinta worth but anda have nothing in common anymore? We share our species, a species i know regret.
"i knew i would find anda here, my darling" His vevlet voice vibrated in my tuned ears. His voice was broken, low and almost human, He misses our baby.
I felt alone even thought i was surronded, nobody knew my pain, i was sure of it, what is a mother with no child? Do anda still call her a mother? atau just a woman with no heir?
Edwards muzzle rested in the rook of my neck, gripping me closer him. I wasn't sure wheither it was to keep me on balance atau him.
But our hearts connect in the weeping of our lost.
Flashback

"MOMMA!" Renesmee called from downstairs, her breave warming, hati, tengah-tengah beating proudly.
Ahh, my baby, shes has returned from her birthday trip.
Today my baby turns 30 in human years. What any parent would pay to see their child grow, but not in one state, Renesmee will always be Frozen in in the form of 16.
She body crashed into mine before i could catch her, her now long bronze hair bouncing into the receptors of my predator nose.
In my one inhale i recalled her, and tugged her in tight,she was utama at last!
oh had i missed her, my hati, tengah-tengah can now rest, she was in my arms now, selamat, peti deposit keselamatan , and protected. selamat, peti deposit keselamatan from the things that wait in the deepths of this earth. In my human years , it diddnt seem long till i knew that when they berkata "dont judge a book sejak its cover" soon became a lie.
If it had werewolfs atau vampires, they were reall! wow if that were true, kids would be drugged to sleep.
Renesmee, my girl, forever
Forever until now.
that memory flooded and drowned whatever hope and warmths that survived in my hati, tengah-tengah for the last 50 years.
Edward and i live alone now days, but its for the best,