To whomever it concern,
It was crazy to believe what was really going on. The shear amount of emotion coursing threw my veins knocked the breath from my body every time the subject was brought up in conversation. My muscles would lock up and a thick mask would cover my face so as to appear perfectly fine. A person might be able to read the tornado of emotions playing out in my eyes, but the stormy gold depths held endless possibilities for what was going on in my mind. I would not speak, nor give any inclination that I was listening except perhaps the fact that my eyes did not waver from your face.
The questions, that I have belief that are running through your mind, will be answered. Such question, why am I making you read this letter? Why not just come out in a simple sentence and tell you what has happened and would sum up my reaction that I explained in detail in the paragraph before?
I will tell you why.
It is because I was scared. There I admit it. I was so scared to admit what was already there because if I started to tell myself that it was true, I might start to forget. Forget what, you may ask yourself? All in good time the answers will come.
I fear my time is coming to an end. My pen is heavy in my hand and does not want to continue its journey across the blank space on this page. I feel I must get down to what this letter is all about. Though it pains me to no other, my closing line will tell all.
My husband, Edward Cullen is no more and by the time this letter reaches you, I will have joined him in whatever heaven has clamed his soul.
At peace,
Bella Cullen