& the entire town screamed tragedy
As cars collided & breaks screeched.
& an angel flies through the windshield.
Her beauty destroyed & bloody


"Don't leave."

"I'll never leave you again."

The soft beeping of the machine beside the bed intruded their new silence. People had been running in and out of the room all day, not giving them a moment's peace. Their somber expressions and sorrowful words weren't helping to brighten the already depressed hospital room.

Nobody had believed it when the news of the accident reached them. She had been driving home from the party when the drunk driver collided with the red truck, sending her through the windshield. It had been a miracle that the owner of the house in front of which the accident happened, had seen it all and called for an ambulance before any more damage could be done.

He arrived at her bed side not even an hour later, his voice hoarse from yelling at the receptionist, begging to let him see her.

Her eyes were closed and a peaceful look was on her face, but he could tell that she was in pain. Her dark brown locks lay unkempt on her pillow, framing her unusually pale and bandaged face. The glass from the windshield left cuts and scrapes over her face and arms, leaving them bandaged. The light green hospital blanket that covered her stopped him from knowing how many bandages covered the rest of her.

He was terrified to touch her; fearful that he would break the fragile undamaged pieces of her that were left. His eyelids were feeling heavy but he didn't want to sleep. She would only be there for so long before she… he couldn't bare to think it. Nevertheless, he needed to be there for her when she woke up.

A small voice woke him from his reverie. A voice he almost didn't recognize. It was quiet and weak, the opposite of the loud, strong voice he knew and loved.

"Edward? Is that you?"

Her voice sounded hopeful and scared. He himself was scared to see her so. Hearing her sound so weak and defenseless, the reality of the situation finally hit him; the reality he had been trying to avoid. But a small smile formed on his face as tears formed in his perfect, golden, almond shaped eyes.

"Yes Bella, it's me."

"Why are you crying?"

Overcome with happiness at her consciousness and sadness from the truth, he hadn't felt the warm tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm crying because… I'm happy. Because…I can hear your voice…see your beauty…hold your hand."

At his words, her eyes reflected his happiness, but then they went blank only to be replaced by guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For making you cry."

Her eyes closed and a contented smile lingered on her lips. The soft beeping of the machine beside her bed stopped, casting them into an unwanted silence. Beside her bed his shoulders shook and new tears rolled down his face.

Before he left, he set a small gray box on her bed with only two words neatly written on the paper beside it.

I'm sorry.