To my sweetest Isabella,

This is one letter I hoped would never reach you, one letter I hoped your beautiful doe like brown eyes wouldn't lay upon. I want you to know that I never once have lived to regret my decision to be a hero, a warrior for my country. You my sweet girl have always been my reason to fight and trudge along in this thing called war. I am sorry that I couldn't come home you this time; it was god's plan to take me from this world sooner than anyone had expected. All I have ever wanted was for you to be happy, remember that day we met? You looked so sweet all drenched with the rain the clouds were letting pour down on you, your frustrated look since Rosalie hadn't arrived at the house yet. Do you remember what you said to me that night? We all have a reason for being here; it was our task to find that reason in our lives. My reason was you; my reason was to help you learn to let your guard down. My reason was to break down those walls you had built up, to help you realize that everyone is different and sometimes letting someone in amounts to amazing things and not heartbreak. I'm sorry that all of our dreams can't come true, the house and the pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood floors. Please remember me always; I am never gone but always in your heart. I want you to live life like every day is your last, don't shed a tear my sweet girl as I will always love you.

Peter Whitlock

I read his letter again tears streaming down my face as they always did, he was my warrior and my hero until the war tore us apart. Things weren't any easier two weeks later than the day Emmett placed this letter in my lap. I curled up deeper into Peter's blankets on his child hood twin size bed; I pulled the last of his sweatshirts up to my nose and inhaled. They still smelled of the man I once knew, the man who once treated me like no one in this world mattered. There were so many things I wish I could have done differently but in the end all that mattered was Peter was no longer here, there was nothing we could do about it. I felt the bed shift beside me as my best friend climbed in with me, she wrapped me in her arms in the most comforting way she knew possible. I cried as I always did in someone's embrace, it was like a moment in time when you knew that no one was judging and you could give them the burden to carry for you for a while.

"Shh, it will be ok Bella" She cooed.

"I just want this to get easier" I cried.

"I know babe" She said as I heard her voice choke up.

"I miss him" I said.

"I know Bella I miss my cousin so much" She replied, I fell asleep that night like I did every night. Tear stained cheeks and a rough scratchy throat from the day. The smell of Peter's favourite meal wafted up the stairs, French toast and eggs. I ran down the stairs as if I awoke and all of this was just a dream but Emmett was the one cooking, Peters hat lay on the counter the same way it has been for weeks. I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart a thousand times, I knew he was still gone and nothing I said or did was going to change that. I climbed the stairs and got back in bed, I didn't want to face the day at least not yet. Reading my last letter from the man of my dreams again I thought of that day we met. Travelling across country from Washington to Texas I drove to visit my best friend Rosalie Hale, what I didn't know was that trip would change my life in so many different ways, this is my story of love, loss, faith and heartbreak.

I know I know I said I wasn't going to write any more stories until all of the other ones were finished but we all know how a fan fiction writers mind works, it just doesn't stop. Here is my new Warfic about Peter and Bella I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you would like to read more as usual REVIEW!