A/N: The First official chapter, hopefully it meets everyones expectations. There is no pov label's for a reasons.

My hands grasped around the paper sheets, the faded coloring of my face was plastered on the front. My eyes filled with tears as I glanced down at the words that reflected back at me, piercing me like a knife . I lost so much leaving the world I had known, a wife and a baby girl, only to realize that this was the plan. God wanted me by his side. There is no anger, only regrets of all the things I never got to say... to my wife, to my daughter, to my parents, and to my friends. All the people I never got to appreciate when I was there. I could only look down on them from above and watch their lives move on, unable to live it with them. All the "what if's" that is left to question but will never be answered, haunting me. So here I watch from up above, each night I watched my wife tucking our child into bed, alone as she struggled to raise the beautiful little girl. I think to that night when our lives had changed forever. In that spilt second that the car collided with my body, I saw her face. The way her blue eyes shined, the lines that drew around her lips when she smiled, and the way the long brown strands framed her face. She was my world.

A TRAGIC ACCIDENT LEAVING A WIDOWED WIFE TO FEND FOR HER ONE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER.
Last weekend a tragic hit and run accident left Cody Adam Jacobs dead on the streets.. Cody was a beloved Husband, Son, and Father. Leaving his wife, who happens to be his high school sweetheart, to fend for their one year old daughter.. People who knew Cody described him as friendly, kind, and courageous. Working as a full time firefighter, he gave to his community. He will be missed by his family, friends, and coworkers.

My eyes misted with tears, the scene replayed in my head as my eyes locked with my murderer. Confusion in his eyes. The moment I slipped away from consciousness, I saw his face. The pain that would be forever instilled in him from a single accident. I hold no grudges against him, nor do I hope my family and friends to blame him. He was conflicted and if anything, I shared his pain. For he will have to live with a burden. He was so far gone as I remembered the instant pain that shattered through my body when the hard metal collided with my body. The world around me just stopped. I watched the fear on his face as he sped away. I only wish that he knew that I forgive him.

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Sometimes our past follows us as a living reminder of our mistakes. Learn from it.

Chapter One

3 Years Later
I carried the glass pot around the tables, the heavy bucket rested against my hips as I maneuvered through the crowd. Reaching the counter I set the pot onto the laminate counters, setting the bucket full of dishes beside the pot.

"Orders up!" Henry's voice filled the air as I glanced back at the little window, the piping hot food steaming back at me.

I slapped a sheet of paper with the new order beside the dishes, "Country Fried Steak dinner with a side of Mash Potatoes and Corn on the Cob. The Fried Chicken dinner, fries cooked extra crispy."

"It'll be up in fifteen minutes Miley," the young man answered before turning his attention to the stove.

I carried the plate of steaming hot food, setting the plates along with the bill down onto the table before moving back through the crowd. I reached the large counter walking behind it, stopping in front of the little girl working diligently. Her eyes focused on the coloring book in front of her, her hands swiftly moving the bright wax crayons over the sheet of paper.

"What do you got there Morgan?" I asked, peering over the little girl's shoulder.

She looked up, her face breaking into a grin as her vibrant green eyes met mine, "I'm coloring a princess. That one is you, Mommy."

She pointed to the picture, her fingers grazing against the paper. A girl with brown curly hair was sporting a tiara, a long pink ball gown swept across the floor. I smiled watching her little hands work over the page, the brown strands falling against her face.

"That looks beautiful honey, but I'm no princess..." I said softly.

Her lips formed into a frown. She pushed back the brown curl strand, tucking it neatly behind her ear. "Every girl is a princess Mommy..."

I smiled at the little girl, "Well Sweetie, if that's true, then you are the prettiest princess of them all!"

Her round little face lit up. I smiled, my hand brushing across her cheek, "Morgan, I love you sweetheart. Can you please put your things away, your uncle Jackson will be here any minute to pick you up."

Her eyes immediately lit up at the sound of Jackson's name, "Uncle Jack Jack is picking me up? Yay!" She squealed closing the coloring book, piling the scattered books into a stack. She placed her crayons hastily into the box.

I smiled as the front door pushed open, Jackson's moppy blonde hair was swept across his face as he slowly made his way towards the front counter.

"Hey Sis," He greeted.

"Jackson!" I shouted, running over to him, pulling him into a hug..

He smiled before turning his attention to Morgan, "Look at my little cupcake... Morgan, you are so big now!"

"Uncle Jackson!" She shouted jumping into his arms. He caught her, enveloping her into his arms.

"How are you little twerp, have you been good for your mommy?" He asked, grinning as her little arms held around his neck.

Her little head nodded up and down.

"Thanks again Jackson for taking her, I'll pick her up after work. Please make sure she gets to bed at a decent hour."

He smiled, "I know Miley, and it's no problem at all," turning to Morgan, "Right Morgan? We are going to have a lot of fun!"

Morgan squealed, giggling loudly, "Right!"

I turned and faced Morgan, "Be good for your Uncle Jackson. I'll pick you up later tonight sweetheart!"

Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her cheek. She returned them happily as I exchanged a hug with my brother before they turned around and headed for the door. I watched Jackson holding Morgan's hand as they walked over to his car, her bag slung onto his shoulder. He carefully lifted her into the backseat, placing the bag in the back before he turned and gave me one last wave through the window. I smiled turning away from the door. I hurriedly move through the diner, cleaning the tables and taking orders. My legs padded across the floors as I worked. This wasn't the life I had signed up for, but I would continued to work. I needed to do this for Morgan.

I ran my fingers across the steel strings, the sound of the melody echoed through the room. My hand worked up and down the long guitar neck, forming each chord.

"La la la..." I sang softly, letting the power in my voice to fill the air. Lost in my music, I let the words slip through my lips freely before the tears ran down the side of my face. I slammed the wooden acoustic onto the coffee table, my hands flinging the sheets of music across the floor, watching as the papers scattered onto the ground. The empty beer cans littered the floor. I pushed myself off the sunken couch, stepping over the pile of trash on the floor, I pulled opened the refrigerator. I picked up the cold can, the aluminum wrapped in my hand as I popped the top. Bringing the opening to my lips, I let the cool liquid seep down into my throat as the memory faded away. Allowing myself to drown underneath the bubbly liquid as it covered up the pain. I slowly sank back against the couch, my eyes closed. I replayed the scene in my head.

The memories followed me everywhere I went, following me around as it played over and over in my head. There would be no redemption for the pain I had caused. I would forever be marked as murderer. I brought the cold

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