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Also, thanks to my FAVORITE uncle for revisions. :)

An Angel Watches Over Us

I felt helpless as I stood watching. She slid down the wall with the phone planted firmly on her ear. A soft whimper escaped her parted, chapped lips as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her face held a tortured expression while she shook with silent sobs. The love of my life sat crying on the cold, hard floor, and all I could do was watch.

"Bella," I whispered as I picked her up from the linoleum. She buried her head in my chest, stifling louder sobs. Her tears soaked my shirt as I carried her to the sofa and set her down gently. She hung up the phone then and shook, letting the misery have her.

I was unsure of what to say to comfort her. Her father had just died, for God's sake! Nothing I could say would bring him back, so I just held her. It tore me into pieces not knowing what to say. She cried for hours while I held her, rubbing circles on her back. Her sobs eventually eased, and her shaking subsided, but I was still at a loss for words.

"Edward?" Bella said my name softly. She barely had a voice after all of her crying.

"Yes, darling?"

"I know this sounds cliché, but do you think he's in a better place?"

"Yes, Bella, and I think that Charlie would want you to be happy. He wouldn't want you to cry."

"Heh," she laughed humorlessly. "Nice try." Her mouth formed a futile attempt at a smile, but her eyes betrayed her.

I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to my chest whispering, "It's alright, Bella. I'm here."