Renesmee lay curled up on the floor, her heart beating a million miles an hour. Her heart was weak, and Bella knew this. She knew this from the start, but no one ever suspected that she'd die at such a young age. Renesmee was only two years old. Bella let out a bloodcurling scream yelling for Carlisle.
"Bella? Bella, love??" Edward rushed to her side. "It's okay. She'll be better, just let go." He pulled her, by her waist, away from her daughter, the only child Bella could ever have.
"No, no, no! No, Renesmee! Mommy's here. You're fine." Bella yelled to her daughter, but she knew that Renesmee was gone. Tears streamed down her face, and she fought as hard as she could against Edward's grip, but she knew she couldn't win. All she could do was sit, and watch Carlisle take her daughter away from her.