"You're never, ever leaving me again! Never ever!" Mum said squeezing me extra tight. I smiled at her through my tears, it wasn't the first time someone had said something like that to me today.

"That's fine with me," I agreed, feeling my sisters arms wrap around my back. I felt her tears through my dress and twisted my body around so I could hug them both.

Mum had walked in only five minutes ago. She saw me with Carly in my arms, she was still dizzy but she wouldn't stop hugging me. I didn't mind though. Anyways, mum came in screaming screaming at the movers, almost had a heart attack when she saw me then walked back out, apoligised to the movers before embracing me so tight I think I burst a rib.

I sighed before explaining what had happened. Why did it feel like this was the millionth time I've explained? It's easy to listen, hard to understand.

I get that, really. But can't everyone just be in one room when I explain?

I'd be lying if I said I didn't mind though. I missed everyone so much. It still hadn't occured to me that I was forgetting something.

~Molly Anne Summers~

1985-2010

Loving sister, daughter and friend

Rest in Peace

It's been a week. And this is where I stand. Infront of an empty grave covered in flowers of all sorts. Cards of memories and inside jokes. Pendants and little trinkets for Molly to take with her in the after life.

It was scary to think that I survived and she didn't. I didn't understand. Not one bit.

Maybe vampire venom really did kill her. Maybe she's a half-vampire mermaid? I could only guess because I knew, for sure, that I would never find out.

Could my survival be the secret Aro was searching for? I had wondered countless nights. I don't think I had slept a wink in the past week.

Or could it be the fact that I had yet to turn into a mermaid since that awful day in Italy?

I wouldn't know- I would never know.

Surprisingly that didn't bother me.

I was happy to not have this weight of this massive secret on my shoulders. And I was happy to be utterly clueless.

...I was no good at keeping secrets anyways.

Questions of my transformation flooded my brain as I kneeled on the grave I was once buried alive in. I had asked personally if it would be okay for her tombstone to replace mine.

No one objected to that. I certainly wasn't using the nice space to lie under.

A big oak tree that shaded the surrounding graves stood proudly beside the marble stone.

When the sun reached a certain point in the sky, the sunlight hit right on Molly's spot.

I'm sure she'd like it. Wildflowers grew around the yard.

Surprisingly, the graveyard didn't feel glumy and grey.

It was bright and colourful- unlike the night I was here.

I was happy that Molly was free from the cell. Finally free. Even if death was the cost.

I dipped my fingers in the moist, black soil that wasn't covered with flower petals.

Her body was absent. The graveyard was empty now. The memorial service was over half an hour ago. I remember my sister giving me a watery smile, holding my hand out while mum kissed my head. There hadn't been a dry eye the entire ceremony.

But I needed this moment to myself. I don't think anyone understands the connection I had to my aunt. I just needed a moment to say goodbye properly.

I wiped a stray tear. Molly supposedly died by a snake bite. The venom spread to quickly. And found it's way to her heart.

She died a hero.

My hero.

She saved my life. She sacrificed her own life for mine and no one would know that.

No one would ever know that.

Guests of all sizes, races and ages visited. I already knew that Molly was loved. But the graveyard was more full of the living bodies than the dead. And that's heaps if you have seen the sheer size of the cemetary.

Emotions ran through my body. I didn't know what I felt right now.

But I really hope that someone from Volterra has enough humanity left in them to give Molly and the other mermaids in the ice-cell a proper burial that they deserved.

I re-read the tombstone. And my hands winded their way up behind my neck. Unclasping the leather necklace attached around my neck. I held it up, letting the sun beams glint of the vampire tooth that once belonged in my father's mouth.

I polished the dirt of it with my black dress that I wore.

I gently placed the necklace that matched Molly's over the tombstone so it hung freely on it's own and swung delicately with the wind.

It was all I could think of to give her.

And I hoped giving her this for whatever reason she would use it for in the afterlife because it had meant so much to me.

She's in heaven. Because I know for sure she'd be up there, smiling down at me right now and probably yelling at angel or something.

I smiled at the thought.

I wondered again what had happened to my transformation process. I hadn't turned 'mermaid' since Italy. And there had been a fullmoon last night.

It was strange, does this my vampire-slaying days were over? Even if Paul and my mother would let me face to face with a vampire?

Maybe this was the big secret that Aro had wanted.

Maybe death changed me somehow. Reversed the cycle of the transformation.

Maybe... but maybe it wasn't.

I wouldn't know now. The secret is now kept from the Volturi guards. For that I was glad.

I wouldn't want to know what they'd do with that information.

I stood up almost instantly when a shadow block the sun. Warm arms wrapped around my body and pulled me into a muscular chest.

I inhaled the foresty scent and leaned into Paul.

Paul and I made up- or made out if you prefer.

It was stupid that we doubted the love we shared for one another.

We didn't need to write poetry about sappy feelings.

We didn't write songs to play about how gushy our hearts were.

We didn't need to shout from a skyscraper about our love.

We didn't need all that. We needed eachother.

"I fucken love you," Paul murmured nuzzling his cheek on the side of my neck.

That's about as romantic as Paul gets. And I love that.

We weren't the most romantic couple.

But we were honest, said what was on our minds.

"I fucken love you too," I agreed. A smile etched upon my face.

I turned my head and crashed my lips to his. He smiled but didn't brake the kiss. Instead kissing me more deeply.

I knew then that it would be okay. That everything would be fine because I accept it!

I heard there was five stages for healing.

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining/guilt.

Depression.

And finally... acceptance.

I accepted Molly's death, Paul's possessiveness, mum's over-protectiveness, the packs love and support, Carly's glances every five seconds to see if I would drop dead at any moment, rumours about Molly, gossip about me and how my death was a horrible attempt for a prank and most importantly, I accept myself.

As corny as that seems, I do.

I accept reality. Now I just have to face it. With my family and friends by my side.

I couldn't ask for more.

The End.

Epilogue? What am I talking about- OF COURSE! :D