EPOV
Isabella Marie Swan Cullen
Beloved Daughter, Mother and Wife
September 13, 1987- September 11, 2006
I stared at the tombstone, saddness washing over me in great huge waves. I couldn't believe it. My beautiful Bella, was dead. My true love was dead.
Everyone couldn't seem to cope. Charlie was on his knee before the tombstone, crying his heart out. Renee was held by Phil, both crying from the loss of their daughter.
My baby girl , she's dead. Charlie's thoughts would knock and clash with other coming from the people who had come to my beloves funeral.
Esme was sobbing tearlessly into Carlisles shoulder. Bella was her daughter, and she was torn away from her. Carlisle's eyes were glazed over with venom that wouldn't fall. His thoughts were ones of overbearing sadness for the loss of his youngest daughter.
Alice was hyperventilating, if it was even possible, as Jasper held her.
Rosalie was quiet. As she stared at Bella's tombstone, regret swallowed her. She wished she wasn't so heartless to Bella. Now, her sister lay six feet under ground, and all she wanted to do was cry and beg for forgiveness. To have one last chance to apologize for all the times she was rude and cold to Bella. To have treated her like a sister should.
Jasper seemed to be conflicted, with all the emotions flying around, he couldn't tell which was his. He then came to his senses, sorting out his emotions from the rest. Despair, sadness, regret and pain were coursing through his veins at the loss of his sister. Bella was his sister, he loved her dearly.
Emmett was the worst after me. He was trying dearly not the tearless sobs overtake him. Bella was his baby sister. He treated her as any older brother would; he made her giggle, he made fun of her sexual life with me, and he would always comfort her whenever I wasn't there to hold her. He was meant to make her laugh, not mourn her death.
Renesemee, who was just days old, didn't seem to understand what was happening around her. Her brown eyes, so much like her mothers, stared into my own, trying ot figure out what was going on.
She lifted her hand to my face, sending a message: Mama? She spoke silently, sending a picture of my beloved wifes face into my mind. I couldn't answer her. I had no explanation. What was I ment to say, her mother died because of her? That Bella loved her so much that she couldn't bare to rid herself of the child growing inside of her?
I couldn't, because I knew love Bella had for her. To say Bella's death was her fault was low, even for a vampire.
I pulled my daughter to my chest and walked over to family, not knowing that my love was looking at me.