A/N **waves to everybody** Hey guys! Long time no...uh...write...**giggles** I will put a warning out there. This is nothing like the happy sappy that Scarred was, so if you're looking for that, ya might want to stop here. This has angst written all over it. This story came to me because of a real life situation a couple, we shall call them Jenny and Ethan, are going through at the moment. So this is loosely based on their story. With that, I would like to thank them for allowing me to tell this story. It's going to be a hard one to write, but I hope I do it justice. Also, this story will be entirely in EPOV.

Thank you to my prereaders, I love all three of you. I would also like to thank my beta Dragonfly336 because you rock meh socks and I missed working with you baby! **super squishy mel mel hugs**

And now...on with the story.

Chapter 1

I stood up at the podium, gripping onto the sides firmly. I was a bit nervous, but I could get through this. I have to...for her. I made her a promise, and I was going to keep it. As I was lost in my thoughts, a low, booming voice, which reminded me of James Earl Jones, brought me back to reality.

"State your name please!" I looked around, seeing if I could catch a glimpse of where the voice was coming from, but I couldn't see anything. I could only hear it.

"You're not going to say 'Luke, I am your father' are you?" I asked while I looked around the room, still trying to locate the voice.

"What?" the voice said with a laugh. I looked towards the floor.

"Um...I beg your pardon...My name is Ed...Edward Cullen, S-s-sir." Stop stuttering you jackass. You've been in front of thousands of judges. Why are you so nervous now? You can do this. Remember...it's for her. I hear what sounds like the rifling of...paper? Well that's odd. I figured he would have known everything. I guess even he needs to keep track of everything.

"Ah yes. There you are." I hear the 'papers' being closed, then put down. "So, Edward. What brings you here today?"

"I'm here for my wings, Sir." At least you didn't stutter this time.

"You're wings?" the voice asked in confusion.

"Yes. I was told to be a guardian angel; I had to talk to you. So, here I am," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. I could almost hear the smile in the voice as he spoke.

"Who are you looking to be a guardian angel for, Edward?" I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, squaring my shoulders and standing as tall as possible.

"Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen." I hear more ruffling of papers and I swear he's smiling again.

"Ahh yes...Soul mates. I tell you what, why don't you tell me your story, and I will see what I can do."

"Sir, no disrespect, but...don't you already know my story and how I got here?" I hear a low chuckle.

"This is true, but I would love to hear your own story in your own words. Besides, I like a good love story now and then." I smile, not able to help it. So glad to know that even God has a sense of humor.

"Well, my name is Edward Cullen. I'm 32 years old. And I'm dead..."

"I know all that, Kid. Just, get to it already." He interrupts with a laugh.

So like I said, my name is Edward Cullen. I'm 32 years old, and I'm dead. Here is my story...