Charlie looked up into his daughter's smiling face. It was times like these that she looked the most like her mother. She busily moved through the kitchen, humming tunelessly. Then she made her way over to his bedside, she had noticed he was awake.
"Good morning Char-Dad." She chirped.
He pretended to not notice the slip-up.
"Good morning Bells," he said hoarsely as she handed him a bottle of pills and a bowl of scrambled eggs.
"Remind me to give you your 10 am pills too." she told him sternly. He knew however, that he wouldn't have to remind her at all.
In the three weeks she had been living with him, she had memorized the doctor's schedule, pill schedule and test times that had taken him years to remember. Hell, he still didn't really know them.
As he studied her, he noticed the slight droop in her shoulders and the dark circles under her eyes. He felt immensely guilty for these. After all, it was his fault that she wasn't sleeping right or taking care of herself.
She was a godsend, that was certain, and he didn't know what he had done to deserve her care. Though she only saw him once and a while during the summer normally, she had dropped everything to come take care of him.
She had left her mother in trade of her dying father. Her big high school in trade of Forks high. Everything. She gave up her whole life to be here with him.
"Thanks for this Bells," he murmured, embarrassed for the show of affection. Bella paused her washing to look back at him with a grin.
"Thanks for what dad?" she asked, drying a dish. He just smiled and shook his head.
"Never mind." He said and lay his head back on the pillow.
After a while of comfortable silence, he spoke.
"I saw an angel last night." his voice was quiet, like he was talking to himself. She nodded to him slightly, beckoning him to keep talking as she rinsed the last of the dishes.
"She had butter colored eyes and she spoke of the future. I only woke up for a second to talk to her."
Bella moved, wiping her small hands on the wrinkled skirt she wore, to the table next to him and sat down in a weathered chair. She placed her head in her hands and turned deep brown eyes towards his.
"When she spoke, her voice sounded like ringing bells," he whispered conspiratorially, then smiled wistfully and looked out the window to the sunrise.
Then he met her eyes. "She talked about you Bella. She told me that you had spent too much time caring for others and that soon you would have to make a choice. 'she would be the best thing that could ever happen to our family.' she told me, whatever that means. And then said 'Bella will know what the right choice is.'"
He could see himself in her face when it was like this, when her eyes grew misty and were filled with grief.
"She told me when I would die Bells, but I can't tell you. She wants you to keep living your life." Bella nodded, tears funning down her face.
Charlie's face was still youthful, but for some reason, he was being taken from the world. Bella knew he would die soon. She just hoped that she would have enough time to make up for all of the years she had spent away from him.
"I love you Isabella. Promise you'll keep on living." he whispered and she pulled him into a tight hug.
"I promise Charlie, I promise."
Author's Note: Okay everyone, this is a better prelude to the story I think. Thanks to An Independent Mind (my awesome beta) for telling me it was better than my first one. It totally is, the first one stank. This is like a prologue, and the story will start in the next chapter!