"I told you so."

"Yes, I know, love, and you and Carlisle were absolutely right. I was wrong, and I couldn't be happier."

"You never listen to me! As if something as beautiful as you could lack a soul, Edward. It's absurd to even consider it."

"Yes, dear."

I sensed we'd be having this conversation for a very, very long time. For eternity, if we were lucky.

Dying is easy. Living is hard. I wasn't sure what I'd do without Edward and then he was here. Time is funny here in Dixieland – we're not sure what to call it, other than home, so we've nick named it. Everything here is beautiful, but it's definitely a whole new world. This world is ethereal. It's not completely without color, but nothing seems as vibrant as the world we watch below us.

My heart ached for the Cullens and for my parents. My first days here my heart broke every time I saw them sob, every time Charlie eyed his gun with personal intentions. Edward was always there to hold me, to calm me down, to let me cry on his shoulder. This isn't what I imagined heaven to be like – I never thought angels cried as they observed our comings and goings, our happiness and pain, but I never fail to be moved by life passing by my very eyes.

I'm not sure I'd be so happy here without Edward. While I ache for a world without him in it, I'm selfish enough to require a land with him by my side. The family was slowly healing and I knew everyone would be okay. They'd never forget us – but we'd never leave them.