Hey everyone, I've had this story going for many months now...I think its been over a year...but I have been neglecting it and all my other stories and I've slowly started disconnecting from them and the story lines. So I've decided to delete all the chapters I had posted up and proof read them over again and try to make them better and more flowing so I will slowly be posting up all the chapters again so I can get reconnected to the situations and the characters, and I'm sure that it will also help you as the reader to get reconnected with it as well. So I ask of you as the reader who has supported this story to bare with me and revisit the journey of these characters in this plot I've been trying to develop for over a year now.

Preface

The story I am about to tell is of no one important, no one worth recognition. This story is about something so powerful, that you feel you can get only once in a life time. Yet it is so simple that it can be described in one word though the word does not do it justice, for we only use it to give it a form of understanding through language.

The word can mean so little to someone but to this unworthy person it will be the beginning of her life and the end of it. For she has felt it, had it and in the end lost it. She was broken when she encountered it, God meant nothing at that point, she felt like if someone can feel so much agony that there was no God.

No one who would answer her prayers, no one to save her from this pain in her, in her eyes nothing could.

Until one fateful day she would encounter this powerful emotion, that she felt could not be described in words. Soon it would wipe away her tears and sew her broken heart that she thought was far beyond repair.

She would be reborn through the power of it, but then much too soon it would be taken from her so brutally that she thought it would kill her this time. For who would be there to pick her up now?

At the brink of all her despair she would realize that she has been given a valuable treasure to remember that time in her life when she was the most happiest. That treasure would help her go on living and then soon find another reason to go on.

The unworthy person with this tragic story is me, Isabella Swan.

Again thank you and Please bare with me and the support of your reviews always encourage me to continue this process=)