Bella Swan has recently returned to her parent's home after breaking up with Alex. Her life is altered when she opens a box containing love letters from a burning man to his lost love and sets into motion things that she never imagined.
Doomed to fail:
My name is Bella Swan and right now I'm sat alone in my old room staring out at the moonless night, wondering where my life had gone so wrong. It had just been my 22nd birthday and I had decided to mark the day with a new tradition, one that didn't include cake and presents.
Up until 3 weeks ago I had been living in a very charming albeit small cottage with my then long term boyfriend. It had all started to go wrong and in a moment of rare clarity that I had I moved out and exiled myself back into my parent's home. It wasn't ideal but it was a leap that I needed to take.
I sighed and threw the cushion I had been hugging to the floor and walked over to the open window in my room. It hadn't changed much since I had left; it was still the same shade of purple, same old white washed Victorian furniture I had picked with mum in the store. Only now the room was cluttered with boxes – boxes that contained my entire existence the thought depressed me to the core.
I continued my staring, wishing that fate would just give me a break for once I wanted to just be happy - not to spend every day felling trapped and lost, I knew fate wasn't going to be very forthcoming.
Mum and dad had said I could stay as long as I needed, I hoped it wouldn't be too long sharing the house with my two brothers with only one bathroom had me wishing for the serenity of my little cottage.
It seems that I am doomed to fail at every relationship that I have. Things were great really great in fact but then things started to go south.
It started out with silly money problems mainly poor budgeting on his side and with me holding down a full time job whilst trying to get my degree in criminology it was hard and he just kept making it harder.
It then moved on to more trivial things I suppose but when you spend months with the same arguments, same problems you just get fed up. What finally made me snap was that we were saving up to fix up our vast garden, when I went to buy some things for the work my card was declined, an hour later and several shades of red past angry I returned home armed with a fist full of bank statements.
"Alex what have you done?!" I yelled my body shaking from the anger that was building at an alarming rate within my self. "All our money gone! Our savings even our billing account we have NO money, nothing. We carnt even pay our mortgage, are you that stupid?" I glared at him wishing he would do something to provoke my wrath there was a very ugly looking vase that his mother had given me one year for Christmas that I would just love to throw at him.
"Honey don't worry I'll sort it ok?" he held his hands up in front of him wanting me to stop talking.
"Sort it how? Alex that's over 4,000 you've cleaned us out of" my hands on my hips now my head thumping.
"I…I don't know exactly, I mean I've bought a few things, went out with the guys, and went to a couple of poker nights…" his voice trailed off, his eyes firmly fixed on the floor chewing his lip.
I paced and paced I couldn't bring my self to say a single thing to him. I stopped every now and then trying to say something but nothing ever came out. In the end he went to his brothers, his face was full of remorse but I knew in my heart of hearts I couldn't do this any more. Sometimes when you're desperate to hold on to love it ends up being your undoing and right now my world was unravelling before me. I grabbed my phone and dialled my dad and begged him to come and get me.
Twenty minutes later he was at my house a roll of bin bags in one hand and a tool box in the other, behind him my mum clutching a stack of boxes. It had taken less time then I could imagine to pack everything up I took my all my little nic nacs, books, DVDs, CDs, clothes and so on leaving all the big furniture behind in my wake. My dad had loaded both his car and my truck and then we waited. I rang Alex telling him I was leaving that I had packed up my things and I was going with my parents. "Fine" he snarled at me, obviously drunk "leave see if I care I don't need you any way".
They were our parting words, he's tried to contact me since then but I thought it wise not to answer, my mind was made up and plus my resolve would crumble the moment I heard his voice.