The next morning was the day of the funeral and Bella was surprisingly acting like it was just a normal day. After having Edward talk her into it she finally agreed to go. Even though in the back of her mind she knew it was going to be tough since she was handling everything so well at the moment. She feared once she was there and witnessing everything it would finally sink in that it was real and he wasn't coming back. At the moment it all just felt surreal to her still even if she had her moments of breaking down before. She just tried not to think about it right then while she ate her breakfast. Her mom had already been calling her off the hook making sure she would be there and still trying to talk her into going back to Florida with her.

Once done eating she washed off her dishes and took in a deep breath to keep herself under control. She would have to keep a huge mental barrier up to survive the day.

Edward kept his distance since he had no idea what to say and was afraid he might say the wrong thing. He really only spoke when she spoke to him first, but was with her if she needed him.

"I'm not going to bite your head off." She gave him a look while she turned off the water and put her dishes away. She knew he was acting different and just wanted him to know she was going to be fine.

He looked up a bit surprised and walked over to her. "I'm sorry."

Sighing she leaned against the counter and then his side once he approached. "I need to go find something to wear." That was going to be a problem since she already knew she wouldn't find anything. This really wasn't something she was planning on for years to come.

Edward stood to the side once again as he watched her endless battle with her clothes. It's not that he did not want to help her he just had no idea how. The room had become covered in her things and sometimes he had to dodge flying clothes she would toss over her head.