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Jake POV

It's been 5 years since Bella died. 5 years. 5 years and I'm still not over it, although everyone is. Edwin sorry Edward got married about 7 months ago and he moved to Canada along with the rest of his family, so they're gone.

I've been moping around the house according to my dad. After he said that I locked myself in my room. I opened the side window which leads out on to the shed with the bikes. The bikes that Bells and I rode together, our bikes. I still have mine, although I haven't got the heart to use it.

I opened the hatch on the roof and slip in to the shed. My bike stands under a old yellowed sheet along with hers. I pull off the cover dust floating through the air and swirling in the sunlight.

It a chrome plated, black painted beast which stands next to an identical red one. I sit on it and rev the engine knowing that there'll still be some fuel in it. I drive through a path in the woods and reach the cemetery.

I leave the bike by some trees and jump clear over the medium fence. Her grave stone is an pale white like vanilla.

I feel a trickle of tears stream down my face and sit in front of the stone. I pull out some pink and red flowers. I knew she hated roses because of the cliché, so I brought her some lilies and other flowers.

Why did I have to go on that border check? Couldn't Seth have gone? Or Embry? Or Quil? It was my fault that she's gone. My fault that she's gone.

I'm now full on sobbing in front of her grave stone. I'm sorry Bella. I'm sorry for everything. For getting mad at you about the vampire, for not returning the calls, I'm sorry Bells. I'm sorry.

I stand up knowing that I'm never going to get over this. Not now, not in 2 years, not in 20 years. I am not going to get over this.

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