A/N: Okay, I was a sucker. I couldn't resist writing this ending. I wasn't going to, put then an idea struck. It demanded to be written, I guess you could say. So here it is, an Epilogue where Edward and Bella meet. Review for old time's sake? Don't read if you think this is going to ruin the original ending!!!

Epilogue

I knew they would be sad.

I stood over my bedside table, looking at the figure on the bed. And my face stared back. It wasn't a mirror, or any kind of reflection, I knew. But somehow the fact didn't faze me. I knew I was dead. I knew that my body was dead, but my soul survived. My children, all adults with children of their own, would find me here soon enough. They got worried when I didn't call.

"Grandma!" I heard a little girl's voice squeal, and I stood perfectly still. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around my waist, and I jumped, turning around to see my grand daughter hugging me. I smiled a little as I realized little Marie had gotten the gift shared by my great-grandfather, my mother, and I.

Her brother, Jake, older at the age of 13 entered the room next. "Be quiet, Marie," he whispered, glancing at my body on the bed. "You'll wake grandma up."

"But she's right here," Marie whimpered, pointing at me. Being only 6, I knew she couldn't understand just yet.

"Marie," I whispered, stroking the child's head. "Grandma is going to go away, for a long, long time. Marie looked confused. "But you'll see me again. You will see other people, too, Marie, people that no one else can see. But you're going to have to help them, Marie. Do you understand?"

"Yes, granny, " she sniffled. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, dear," I whispered, giving my grand daughter a little hug.

"Who are talking to?" Jake asked, his forehead creased.

"Granny!" Marie said, smiling. "She says she's going away for a long time!"

"But she's asleep!" Jake protested, just as his mother entered the room.

"Jake! Marie!" My daughter, Ally, entered the room, looking worn out with her kids. "Can you see Granny sleeping? Uncle Eddie is on the way," she added, meaning my other son.

"But Granny-" Marie tried to say.

"Quiet, Marie," Ally said, giving her daughter a firm look. Marie frowned, and Jake put a hand on her shoulder.

"Mom?" Ally asked quietly, shaking my body's shoulder gently.

"Granny is over –" Marie tried again.

"Marie!" Ally snapped. Marie went silent for good.

"Mom?" Ally whimpered, her face suddenly looked concerned. She lifted up my hand, pressing her fingers against my wrist. I already knew what she would find: no pulse.

"Oh my god," she said, staggering back. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialing with shaking fingers.

"911?" She asked. "My mother is at her home, and I can't find a pulse." There was silence for a moment. "Thank you."

"Oh my god," she repeated. Ally's eyes filled up with tears as she blinked them back. Her fingers started dialing another number, as the tears finally flowed. Marie and Jake stood together awkwardly, glancing at each other in concern.

"Ed?" She asked, her voice shaking. I could her my son's deep voice from the other end. "Mom… I can't find her pulse. Yes, I called the hospital. They're on their way. Get over her quick."

Ed lived in Texas, but he had moved at California, where I was, when learning my health wasn't well. Ally, being the younger sibling and mother's girl, had always lived close to home with her husband.

Against Charlie's wishes, after fleeing from Forks, I had stayed in California, breaking up with Jake. I didn't bother finishing high school. There, I had started working on writing, something I had always liked. Part time writing, part time helping ghosts. Some of my best stories had come from the stories of ghosts. Jake became one of my best friends, but I never married. We both knew whom I was saving myself for.

When Ed got to my house, Ally told Jake and Marie what had happened. Marie looked confused, but didn't say anything more. I was proud of her. As I knew, I was declared dead as the ambulance arrived. Allie broke down, but Ed was able to stay collected. He filled out some papers, and soothed Allie. In seeing my children's pain, I felt my heart break. But I knew it was time to go. Jake had passed away a year ago. I knew it was time to follow him.

I could see the bright light shimmering, and I smiled. I had never imagined it to be so beautiful in all my years. It was so yellow it was almost gold, and seemed to sparkle. I blinked my eyes away, unable to look at it for too long.

I waved goodbye to Marie, and she brightly smiled back. I stared at my family for a moment, savoring the image. I could feel my eyes watering up in pure happiness. And with a ghost of a smile on my face, I stepped into the light. It was just like walking through a hallway, and it seemed like the very moment I entered, I got swept inside another room.

This room was purely white. There wasn't any windows or light, but a pretty mist lit up the room, floating over my head. There weren't any mirrors, but I could see myself in the brightness of the walls. It didn't surprise me that I was young again. I ran my fingers through pretty, chocolate brown hair. I touched my smooth skin, free of any wrinkles. I had forgotten what that felt like, I laughed silently.

I couldn't stay inside of this room forever. Fighting the joy rising inside me. I knew whom I was about to see, and wondered if he knew, too. I walked across the room, tripping and nearly falling once. I ducked my head, blushing, though no one had seen. It was good to see I hadn't lost my clumsiness.

I pushed a little on the door, and it instantly opened under my pale hand. As it swung open, at first I could see a little of a beautifully bright sky. But then, the material of a white shirt blocked my eyes. And strong arms wrapped around me, and I pushed myself as close as possibly, bringing my arms up around their slim waist.

As I pulled my head away from the sea of white cloth, I stared into the green eyes of Edward Mason.

"Edward," I whispered, looking down so he couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.

"Bella," he said, his voice full of the same emotions I was feeling. "I've waited for too long," he muttered in my ear. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Only 80 years, " I played along.

"80 years is too long," he insisted, and one side of his mouth stretched into a smile.

"You're a ghost," I smirked. "That should've felt like minutes."

"A minute is too long," he said simply, and I could feel my knees go weak. Luckily, I was already wrapped tightly to him. I smiled softly, and his lips carefully found mine.

"Thanks," he said, when he parted. I looked at him confused.

"For what?"

"For staying alive – I swear, you have the worst luck." Edward laughed as I swatted at him, leaning away from me.

"Edward!" I stepped closer, and he stepped back. I took another step closer, and the cycle continued. Finally, he seemed to get that it wasn't ending. He turned around with a smirk, and began to run. I chased after him, and we both laughed.

Wherever we were, it was more beautiful than I had ever dreamed. But for the time being, I couldn't look. I would explore later, I promised. But for the time being, I pumped my legs faster, trying to catch up to Edward's tall, fast frame.

We ran past a group of guys that laughed, calling Edward's name. Two of them caught my attention. One was tall, with messy blonde hair and tanned skin. He was the spitting image of my grandfather. I wondered if this was the infamous Jack Swan. The other was even taller, with brown hair and dark skin. He was standing next to Jake, and I realized that had to be Tommy Black. I grinned at Jake, and waved quickly at him as I sprinted past. His booming laughter traveled past me.

Renee was there, too. "Bella!" She called, and I waved. But there was no time to stop now.

Now Edward and I were in a green grassy field, perfectly circled. I launched myself forward, finally able to grab his arm. We burst out laughing, collapsing in the middle of the clear field, at last finally alone.

"I caught you," I whispered, my finger traveling up and down his arm.

"You caught me," he agreed, and I knew he meant in more way than one. His eyes stared deep into my own, and I giggled.

"Some girl, a really short girl beautiful girl, told me to say 'you've kept me waiting'", I said, remembering the day with a smile. "But I don't think those are the right words."

"Then what are?" Edward questioned.

"I love you." The words came easier than I expected.

"Than I suppose the right words to say back would be 'I love you too'?" Edward asked, smiling beautifully at me.

"I suppose," I responded, smiling back.

He pushed himself across the short distance between us, kissing me softly. But we didn't rush anything. Because we knew we had forever.

A/N: So here it is, you guys. Sorry if you didn't want an ending, or if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind. Tell me, so I don't make the same mistake again! But this is it, I swear. Or at least I hope. Check out one of my other stories, if you'd like. But I'm going to stop writing, because this has just reached five pages. Thanks for reading!