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18. Age is Pain and Pain is Death

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Age is Pain and Pain is Death

By: Twilights_charm

Bella had fallen asleep instantly, I smiled, she slept soundly and calm, every now and then she would jump and groan, and mumble something unintelligible. I sat down next to her, my back against the wall and my head skunked forward and my knees curled up, almost touching my face, my hands on my knees.

Bella groaned again, "Jacob," she murmured and drifted back to sleep.

I shook my head as the word that came out of her mouth ached my heart. I knew I had left Bella in the first place, and I wanted her to have a happy life, she got one, but why does it bother me so? Was it because she she did move on? Was it because she loved someone else? Was it because she had kids? No. It was because she got married with Jacob Black, had kids with him, and married him. She lived a happier life with him then she would have with me.

I at least owed Jacob that much, he protected Bella in her time of need, while I ran like a coward.

Bella shifted once more, "I...want...to...your...girlfriend, Jacob." She sighed.

I shivered, her words clicked together in my head, "Of course I want to be your girlfriend, Jacob," I could imagine Bella saying them, her bright young smile and her wide happy brown eyes, I could picture her leaning up and pressing her lips against his.

I shivered once more, my own thoughts bothered me.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, I picked it up, "What, Alice?" I asked.

"Bella is going to wake up soon, and I will be down here at her house setting up for the funeral...bring her down as soon as she is ready, make sure she isn't too tense, the werewolves will notice and wont be too happy." Alice said, followed by a, "Emmett the flowers don't go there!"

"Fine." I said, "See you there then."

I heard a click and the room was silent again.

I drifted back into my own thoughts of Bella...I sighed and chuckled as once again she murmured something, "No...I'm too old."

I frowned, I knew she was thinking about her being too old for me, I scoffed internally, Bella just couldn't comprehend that age was not important to me, she honestly did not look old, and I was suppose to be 119 years old. Age was just an insignificant number that categorized people, I categorize by the love we have for each other, and that would be enough to make up for those couple of years of age difference between Bella and I.

I sighed, Bella didn't understand how much she meant to me, her age did not matter to me. I have never loved anyone as much I as do to her, she was my one and only love.

Seconds later Bella began to shift more, the sun peered for a second behind the thick clouds, filling the room up with my bright glow. Bella shot up with a gasp and she looked at me at first, then she rubbed her eyes.

"Good morning." I whispered.

She groaned again and peered out the window, the sun had hidden once again into the clouds, she scowled at the dark sky. I chuckled.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She shrugged, "Forks days' are really starting to bug me," She said pulling off the sheets and standing up. She stretched and then I saw her look down at herself, she noticed she was wearing her purple and pink short silk dress pajamas and she immediately blushed and jumped back under the covers.

I laughed quietly.

"Can, I ...er...change...in private?" She asked.

I nodded and exited the room with another laugh. I ran down to the bottom of the steps and noticed no one was home. I walked over to the white leather love seat and lay down.

I tried to get the image of how Bella looked in that silk pajama -her curves of her waist and legs- out of my head. The way her hair fell gently on her shoulders down to her middle back. I smiled to myself, how I wanted to run my finger through her body, feeling her every curve.

"Edward?" Bella asked from the top of the stairs.

I sat up, "Hmm?"

"Are you going to stay with me at the funeral, I would really appreciate it if you did, and your whole family too...?" Bella asked, I noticed she hadn't dresses yet and i struggled to keep my eyes from wandering further down than her neck.

I sighed, "We cant Bella, Charlie will be there, and Billy, and most of your friends too, of course. They cant see us. But we could see you after." I said. And I noticed her brown eyes water for a second.

"Oh...OK," she said, turned away to hide the tear that fell from her face and escaped back to my room to change.

Bella's POV.

I pulled my hair up to a bun, letting my black veil fall to cover my face. I kept myself simple, a simple black dress and simple make up, just how Jacob liked me. I did paint my lips a dark shade of red, maroon almost.

Edward drove me to my house in silence, we arrived at the house in record time, it was beautifully decorated with hundreds of flowers around the entrance. I sighed when I saw all the Cullens exit the house and wave goodbye.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Bella." Edward said trying to open my door.

"Why not tonight?" I asked.

"Would you want to?" He asked.

I nodded, I didn't want to be by myself tonight, the burial would be tomorrow and I would get a drop of sleep without any of the Cullens next to me. I closed my eyes, the burial. I had called Dr. Snow before I left the mansion, he told me my children had very little time, they would most likely die by tomorrow morning. I would want every single Cullen to visit my children, to know them, to talk to them, before...

I got out of the car and all four cars escaped down the lonely street.

I walked alone, along the entrance way, looking up to the lonely house. I felt the soft prickle of the rain on my face - I had pulled my Vail off my face.

I walked into the house, my steps echoed through the passage way, I entered the living room where a wooden coffin was placed in the middle of the room. I held onto the sofa for balance and I walked slowly to it. I ran my finger through the wood and found patterns on the way, I smiled when I noticed the small wolf chiseled into the wood. And the nae Jacob Black was carved on it.

The pain hit me then and I fell to the floor gasping in tears.