AN: All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer
A Truly Hateful World
I watch as my angel, my Bella, gets lifted down into the cold, hard ground. A place where her perfect beauty would never belong. She belonged with me, here outside, for her beauty to glisten in the sunlight, not wither away in the ground.
I watch as the people who loved and cared for my angel, stare at her grave, with downcast faces. But their mourning cannot be close to the utter emptiness and despair I feel in my soulless body. She was my everything. She gave me purpose to live for eternity. She brought me laughter and joy that not even my loving family could bring. But she was now gone.
Bella will never smile again, never blush again, never be with me again. I'll never be able to make her laugh again, or ask her what she is thinking about in her beautiful and mysterious mind. My angel is gone forever.
With her goes all of my happiness, joy and hope. She provided all of those things and more, but they are buried now with her. Just as she will never laugh, smile and be happy again, neither will I.
But my angel, my sweet, sweet Bella, although I can't join in the perfect paradise of heaven, I will not remain here on this hateful earth. For it is truly hateful and dark without you to bring light to it. So as I say good-bye to you my sweet, I also say good-bye to this world. For the fiery pits of hell are better then the dark gaping hole in my heart, left by your shining spirit.
Good-bye my angel, my Bella.