The dim light coming from the moon shone on my newly cold skin as I sat with Edward in our meadow. My head was buried on his chest and he lay gazing at the stars. Most days the stars looked so calm and bright, not today. Today the stars looked like an army vicious monsters ready to kill.
I could hear the quiet sobs of Jacob. And the low moan form Rosalie. I could feel my throat get dry and I thought about how nice it would be to be able to cry.
"It's okay." Said Edward, clearly as hurt as I was. "She's up there" and he pointed at an unusually bright star.
"Renesmee" I whispered.
"Shut up Blood Sucker!" cried Jacob. "Bella!" he yelled and stomped out of the wood. His eyes were red and puffy. "She is dead and there's nothing you can do about it!"
That did it. Edward jumped up and grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "No she is NOT dead" screamed Edward. "She's not she's still here with me and Bella." Edward tried to reassure himself that she was still here, but he knew she wasn't. So did I. And Rosalie. So did Emmet, Esme, Carlisle, Alice and Jasper. Renesmee was dead and there was nothing we could do to stop it.