So I told you it was coming. I hope you liked the story. Thank you everyone who reviewed!
"We are gathered here today in the memory of Isabella Marie Swan...my best friend.
"She preferred to be called Bella, and would automatically correct anyone if she were called by her full name. She was a beautiful girl of seventeen, funny and bright, but terribly shy.
"She was on her way to my house for the night when it happened. I had asked her to come over for a sleep over. When she didn't show up I called her home, asking about her, only to discover she had left a half an hour prior. Worried, my brother and I got into the car to go look for her. We found her truck a little over a mile away.
"I remember the first time I met Bella, it was at school. It was January, just after our second semester had started. She had transferred from Arizona, to give her mother and new step-father some space. Someone had bumped into her at lunch and she ended up spilling her book-bag all over my lunch table. She looked horrified at having done so, and a quick blush covered her cheeks, before she ran out of the cafeteria. She looked so mortified I immediately got up to follow her. She's been my friend ever since. Even though she hated to shop, she never liked it when I would buy her things, claiming she didn't need it.
"…I remember she was very easy to blush, and she was capable of tripping over air. An impossible klutz. Sports of any kind posed a danger to her and those around her, and we don't even want to talk about the kind of trouble a flat, stable surface, could provide for her.
"Bella was a fast friend to make. She was easily trusting, completely selfless, and fiercely loyal. She was always putting others needs before her own. She was always trying to make sure you were alright, even if she were the one that was hurt. She would apologize for things that were not her fault. She wanted everyone she loved to be happy.
"I'm going to miss her bright smiles, her selflessness, and the way blood would rush to her cheeks when she was embarrassed. I'm going to miss how she couldn't make it through a day without tripping, or dropping something at least once. I'm going to miss how hard it was to do something without her noticing. I'm going to miss my best friend. And I'm going to miss the last slumber party she never got to make it to.
"I'm going to miss her."
The speech went on to talk about her life. Every important date or milestone was mentioned, and some of her favorite things. The people in the crowd were brought to tears at some points, and laughter at others. An occasional whisper, a chuckle or sob, could be heard shortly followed by or after a 'that was Bella', or an 'I remember that, she did that all the time' even from the people who didn't really know her. There wasn't a person in the vicinity without tears in their eyes, whether they could shed them or not.
"I would like now, to end in a poem I know Bella would have liked,
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake
in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)"
Isabella Swan, the girl in question, wasn't breathing. She hadn't been breathing since she had left the house. It was a little uncomfortable standing there without her sense of smell, but such was the bargain she had to make in order to be in attendance at her own funeral.
She was standing at the edge of the cemetery leading into the trees so as not to be seen. There was a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, and a man's head rested on her shoulder. The man was holding her to him, loosely, but he wasn't taking any chances.
It had been three months since the incident, and Bella Swan's body had never been found. The forensics at the site had found enough blood to know she couldn't have made it, and assumed that someone from the other vehicle, who were not at the scene, had hidden the body somewhere.
Edward Cullen, the man holding her about the waist, had been the first person at the scene, and he was the one to take her body though that would never be known to the public. As soon as he had gotten her out of the truck he hadn't hesitated. Immediately he had put his mouth to her neck, and then to her wrists, forcing as much venom into her rapidly depleting bloodstream as he could.
Normally he wouldn't have bitten her wrists, because of the scars it would leave, but he had been desperate to save her.
The Cullen's, except for Edward, had all agreed to stay until the end of the school year and after the funeral before moving, especially since Alice had been asked by Bella's parents to make a speech.
Edward and Bella had moved earlier to get her as far away from humans, and anyone who might recognize her, as possible, it was almost immediately. She had awoken from three days of agonizing pain in the new house. They were also the only two who were not in the crowd of people sitting before Alice.
At the end of Alice's speech Edward reached down and grabbed Bella's wrist, bringing it up to his mouth so he could kiss the scar.
"We should go now, Love." He murmured softly into her ear.
Bella nodded, and after one last glance to her parents she turned around, her blood red eyes meeting those of her fiancé. She nodded, smiled sadly and grabbed his hand before allowing him to lead her into the woods and back to the soon to be empty house.
As soon as they were back to the house she was allowed to breathe again, and so she spoke.
He half turned in front of the door to the house to look at her, "Yes?"
She smiled, "I love you."
The name of the Poem is Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep By Mary Frye
And like Chapter 13, I changed tenses on purpose. lol