A/N: Though I posted this story, I did not write it. I have to give the credit to my best friend Shain. She wrote this story, but does not have a FanFic account so I decided to post it for her.

Disclaimer: Edward Cullen and Bella Swan are creations of the amazing Stephenie Meyer, not me.

Chapter 1: Time Inevitably Passes

Time has passed. Not smoothly, loving, or even enjoyable, but still it has passed. It has been a century since my selfish being has ripped the very meaning of existence from my arms. I repressed the memories from that day as I have so many times before. We have run out of places to go and though I tried to run, eventually you have to stop and face whatever it was that you were running from. Everyone regrets that decision that I made and wish it would have been different; they always wanted me to be happy. Today is the day when I go back to the very place I have tried so long to stay away from. My one home. Forks.

Here I am again. The one place my being has been wanting to return to. The place where I was happy, and had reason. Though I an here, the reason still lacks and I am still waiting, watching, yearning to feel alive again. I decide to do the thing that has had me trembling with fear, loss, and oddly hope, though the hope is vain. I know deep down that my angel died long ago and with her, me.

As I approach the grave site, I start hoping that she had a full life, like I intended her to. Swan. I stop in my tracks. Slowly reading, so my mind can grasp the very evidence that was right in front of me.

Charlie Swan

1965 – 2008

Loving father, husband

You will be missed

Oh, no. He died not but three years after we left. I wish I knew the cause. I looked to my right and my breath caught in my throat. Reading slowly again, my mind having trouble grasping the truth.

Isabella Marie Swan

1986-2078

Loving daughter, and friend

All is well

She had lived! She was a loving daughter and friend, but no husband? Children? All is well. I wonder what that meant.

Going back home I decided to reach my room where I had spent so many minutes with her. I was surprised to see that it was exactly the way I left it, except for a sheet of paper that was laying on my desk.

"Listen to the Wind" by Bella Swan

Flashback

"Won't you let me read it?" Edward asked. She had been writing it for a while and had been trying to keep it a secret, she should know better. But curiosity won out over the shock and he saw that she was hesitant. Using his dazzling eyes, he looked up at her and stated, "please."

"Fine. Fine. Stop trying to dazzle me. But I must warn you, it isn't finished."

He gave her a small grin then with his vampire speed swiped the paper from her hands, careful not to hurt her.

He began reading at once.

"Time is a river that flows endlessly,

And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream.

Shadows dance behind to firelight,

And all the spirits of the night remind us:

We are not alone.

Tomorrow: a sun soon rising,

And yesterday is there beside us

And it's never far away.

If you listen to the wind you can hear me again,

Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song,

High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves.

Listen to the wind, there's no end to my…

Love…"

End Flashback

It stopped and I never knew a better song. I knew all that she was talking about. Time being endless, though the pleasures of a life were small and fast. All the things that threaten Bella and me are there always, hiding in the back of our minds and lurking behind what was more important, us. Always look to tomorrow, the ending of night, and the memories of yesterday never leave us. But to the last part, I am not sure, the essence of humanity was there, but it was like she was trying to tell me something. I read them after the attack from Jasper, maybe she knew I was leaving, or more so, something was bothering me. She never ceased to amaze me.

After reading the lyrics for a third time, I decided to go to the one sanctuary that exists for me. I started running but as soon as the house came into view, I knew that it hadn't been touched in the hundred years I'd been gone. Looking up at her window, I saw that it was still open after all these years. Like she was waiting for me to return to her. That only opened the pit of pain more, so much that I had stopped breathing and was hugging myself to prevent myself from falling apart.

After a few more minutes of this, the pain was finally bearable enough to climb up to the window. Swiftly, I found myself in her room. It was exactly the same except for the dust. I, amazingly, could still smell her. If was faint, but I had lived without her smell for so long that it gave my body an electric shock from the potency of the smell.