Edward is a guardian Angel sent from heaven to try to make Bella happy again. What happens if she doesn't want to be happy? Will Edward have his work cut out for him? Will he succeed?
I looked out of my bedroom window, and let the sad tears pour down my face. Crying was an everyday occurrence for me since my parents died. Everyday I went out, did whatever I needed to do. I went to work, I ate the right foods, I exercised, Showered, Cleaned my apartment. It still didn't take away the pain though.
The pain that ripped through my torso like a gaping hole every time someone or something reminded me of them.
If only I had kept my seatbelt on. I might be with them now. Wherever they are.
I got told thousands and thousands of times it wasn't my fault.
It didn't make much of a difference. It still was.
This is why I can never be happy again. Everyday the guilt consumes me and I end up crying again.
I honestly don't know why I am still living anymore. It's probably because my parents wouldn't have wanted this for me. They would have wanted a happy life for me.
It still doesn't make a difference. It's still my fault.
"I love you, Mom, Dad" I whispered, looking up at the rainy sky. I hugged my knees up to my chest, Silent tears still pouring down my now puffy pink cheeks.
"And I'm sure they love you too Isabella" A velvety voice came from behind me. I whirled around.
"Who the hell are you and how did you get into my apartment"