After all the angst and anxiety of the past months, I can finally let my guard down and relax. I hated being as uptight as everyone seemed to be acting, and it's a relief to be able to joke around. I hold Rosalie's hand tightly as we, along with all the other vamps that were on our side, watch the Volturi retreat. Then someone starts the cheering, and we all join in. "We're alive!" I shout to Rosalie, and in response, she grabs my face and pulls me in for a long, fiery kiss that probably should paddle my silent heart back to life. When she pulls away, it's still unbeating, but it doesn't matter. Because I have Rose. And my family, and my baby niece, and all these friends willing to stand behind us, and hell, even Jacob and his wolves. What more could a guy ask for in life?

I've hoped for change and it gets better every day / I've hoped for change but still I feel the same / There's something wrong / 'Cause everybody knows that we can do this on our own / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / We're doing fine and it gets better every time / We're doing fine but I'll let you decide / There's something wrong / 'Cause everybody knows that we can do this on our own / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / And I'll confess that I can be a little selfish / And I'll admit I don't want you to help me through this / I don't want to start over again / And we've got everybody singing / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / And we've got everybody singing / Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa / And I'll confess that I can be a little selfish, I can, I can / And I'll admit I don't want you to help me through this / I don't want to start over again