Gemma's p.o.v;
"Mum?" I asked as the sun was shining on our faces. "Yeah?" She replied. "Do you ever think that Edward is looking down on us, knowing that we miss him and love him more everyday?" I asked. "Every minute of every day. Why do you ask?" "I don't know. I've just been thinking about him a lot lately, like how he'll never see his niece or nephew. Not getting to see them grow up. Missing his birthday, looking back memories. I-I just miss him." I sobbed towards the end. "Hey." Mum said pulling me into a hug. "We all miss him, love. I miss him everyday. He is-was my baby boy. I don't care if he lived till he was 100. He was my baby boy." "On the night he died, I cried myself to sleep. I feel terrible for Marcel and Y/n. They didn't get to say goodbye at the hospital." I said as the memories came back at the day of the hospital. "Yeah, I know. But, look at it this way, the got to say a proper goodbye at his funeral." "We shouldn't have to say goodbye in the first place! I want him back, mum. I want him back."
