I knew that I would not be able to live without Bella. I had caused her death. I was the reason she flew of the cliff. I was so dull enough to believe that she would be safer without me. Before making my last move I wished that I would be able to meet Bella. But I knew that it was impossible because there would be no heaven for me. I stepped out from out of the shade as my feather light shirt fell to the floor. Then I saw my personal angel. I felt her hair, skin, and the warmth coming from her. It was over; the Volturi had killed me so fast that I couldn't even feel it. However my angel told me that I was yet alive and told me to get away. I now knew that the freesia scent coming from her was real... Far away I could hear the whoosh of wind and Felix thinking about ways to kill me...Crap...
