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Distractions

Summary:


Edward and Bella's love will last forever. No matter what he's done. Even when there is one last secret. She'll still love him when it comes to light. Right? Image Hosted by ImageShack.us IRIS MADE THE BANNER. SHE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!


Notes:
Self-insertion. Just so you know. Edward/Bella, though. Read and review! I have eight chapters written, but I'm overscheduled and easily distracted, so you'll have to bear with me. Thanks to my beta, Katherine!


16. Ending Eulogy

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I do not hear her die. I do not see it. But I swear I can feel her life end. She gave herself for my happiness, for the family that could have been hers… but I know she wouldn’t want me to feel this guilt. So I don’t.

I simply turn off the emotion.

Oh, but she is so much like me! We love the same man, wear the same face, hold the same pain. I feel such pity for her. After all, who but I can comprehend? Who but I had his love and lost it?

No one can understand, certainly not Edward pacing miserable around our floor as he helps me gather my possessions for our “honeymoon”. Our family will follow soon after our departure, but the pack understands the necessity to conceal from the humans what they assume is my death.

“Why? Why would she want to die?”

“Why did you go to Italy?”

“Because… because it hurt…” he replies, with an agony that confounds his usual articulate manner.

“I didn’t jump off the cliff to die, Edward. But if I hadn’t had Charlie, I would have, the instant you left. Do you think maybe that’s how she feels?”

“I thought you’d hate her.”

“How could I hate someone who’s given her life for me… for us?”

“Good point.”

He continues to pace holes in the floor.

Then I am done packing. He spirits me away, on his back, to… somewhere. While enjoying the thrill of his skin, the joy of the ride, I eulogize Helene.

I never knew your name, not till the end… but we were one, won’t we? I was the lucky one, sister. I have him. I will remember you every time I touch him, I think, until the day I die… which will be many days in the future, thanks to you. I owe- we owe- you so much. And we love you.

He’ll realize eventually, as I did, that the person in whose arms you found comfort has a place in your heart. He may not believe he deserves it. No, he won’t.

Another thing only you could understand, the way we love him, silly as he can be… which is a lot, isn’t it?

I love him. I think you and I were meant to be friends. Fate sometimes fails, though. It failed us… I’m sorry.

I wish you could have found happiness. I wish you weren’t meant for him, because that could only hurt us both. I’m sorry.

I wish things weren’t as they are, but that’s the way life goes. I’m sorry.

I do not know you, but yet I did, inherently, deeply. I knew you and I loved you.

I wish only the best, and I am so glad your pain is over.

If it were me, if you had him, if you were lucky and I was not, then I would do just the same. Dying for him isn’t even a sacrifice, it’s an honor… and you know he doesn’t understand.

Silly Edward.

We love him all the same.

Good-bye, Helene. You lived and died with love and honor, and I will always, change or none, remember you and your bravery and your heart. May heaven bring you happiness…

As it has brought me mine.

Edward stares luminously into my eyes, and I twirl the rings on my fingers.

“I love you,” he whispers.

It is a truth that resounds throughout everything, and I turn to face forever with it behind me. I know I can succeed.