I had killed her
Bella and I were just coming back from a party, drunk as hell, when it all happened. It all but took a matter of seconds. To quick for me to react.
The blinding headlights from the car, the loud screech it made when I tried to move out of the way, the scream of an angel that would forever shatter my heart.
It all taunted me, each and everyday, every second of the week…I now live in a constant nightmare.
Whenever I closed my eyes I would see her beautiful face. Her smile, her deep brown chocolate eyes, the way her cheeks would always turn a rosy pink color...
She had died that night. All because of my stupid mistake to drink and drive.
As I walked down the path of the graveyard her grave stood out to me.
Isabella Marie Swan
April 17, 1990- March 16, 2009
Forever in are hearts shall she lay at rest.
Bella….
I had killed her.
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A/N
I had a dream about this the other night and decided to write about it…
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