A/N: My firstfan fiction. Takes place during a hostage situation, and each chapter will be one hour they are trapped. Points of view will switch between Bella and Edward. Please review and tell me what you think.
**I don't own the characters just the events.**
Prologue
They say before you die your life flashes before your eyes. In my 25 years, I have lived and seen a whole hell of a lot. However, I can't seem to remember any of it. All my mind can focus on are the things that I have not done or said. The regrets my actions have caused. More importantly the regrets of the action I didn't take when I had the opportunity to do so. So now here I sit, terrified for the lives around me, as well as my own.
Gazing around this room filled with my family, I can't think of better place for my life to end. Surrounded by the people I love, seems like a good final moment. Of course, I'm lying to myself; I want to be with him when it happens.
He who shall not be named. He who shall not be thought about. He who is the biggest regret in my entire life. Not because I fell in love with him, but because I could not find the courage to say it.
We could have been something great. Something that made other people jealous of the connection we had. Instead, we were a secret. A lousy kept secret filled with drama and confusion. I will never forgive myself if I die without telling him. Not that it will matter if I am dead. Still, I feel that I have to do this; it has to be said, or better yet heard.
I know he is out there. So are my father and brother. Everyone they love is in this room, where else would they be? Three of the Seattle police department's finest. I should feel hopeful that they will get us out of here. However, as I stare at this psychopath and his gang of lunatics waving their guns around, I find myself with no faith. All I have is my sorrow and regret.
This would probably be the moment when the weak little girl realizes all she has to live for and turns into the heroine. That will definitely not be happening. I had 7 years to tell my best friend that I was in love with him and I couldn't even do that. So me finding a way out of this hostage situation is highly unlikely. Because I, Isabella Swan, am a coward.