A/N: Welcome to my story. I posted this under another pseudonym ages ago, but didn't know what direction I was heading. A year or more later, and I now have a plan, and somewhat of an outline. This little story has been running around my head for a while now, but my fingers have just decided to cooperate and let Bella's story flow.
Rated "M" for future lemons, oranges, limes and any other citrus you find palatable. If you are under 18, please discontinue reading unless you are accompanied by a responsible party.
Please R&R. ~K~
Prologue
I always imagined death would be excruciatingly painful. But this was worse, much worse. Hell couldn't hold a flame to the burning that now seared my shattered heart. Every piece of me was broken, nothing left intact. In the beginning I begged for death; anything to extinguish the flames that engulfed my heart. But now I welcomed the inferno that was a constant reminder of him. Every blaze established the fact he was real. For me, he would always exist.
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