Preface
Bella's p.o.v
I stood with my back pressed against the wall of the church. As I overlooked the sunset that was just begining I couldn't help but wonder why me? Why my family? I couldn't help but question Gods way of life and the choices he makes. Couldn't he have put this upon someone else other than us? Better yet, could we even make it through this? We just lost everything. Our meaning of life.
I glanced up at my husbands tear stained face for the first time since we stepped outside to be away from the sorry stares of our friends, family and neighbors. Could this possibly ruin us?
We'd heard it all. From i'm sorry to everything is going to be okay. Of course, it was everything we needed to hear but also everything that we were to hurt and blinded by this accident to believe. In all honesty, how could something like this ever become okay again? How could two people that were once happy come out of this alive?
"Edward..." I whispered softly.
"What Bella." The words came out harsh and cold.
"Do you think we'll make it through this..." My voice broke at the end of the sentence.
"I don't know, Bella. I don't know." He mumbled as he pushed himself off the wall and walked back into the church.
It was that very moment that I knew nothing was going to be okay or work out. It was that moment I felt my life shatter impossibly more. I felt my heart be torn again and again as if I had anything left to be torn. My body felt weak and numb still but I could still feel the pain of the meer thought that nothing was going to be alright shoot through my veins.
My name is Isabella Cullen. I'm 26 years old and i'm married to Edward Cullen. He's 28 years old and is a cop with my father, Charlie Swan. I'm an elementary school teacher and today, October 21, 2010, is the day that I buried my 5 year old daughter.