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"Baby, your mother's not coming back. She's gone."
Those were the last words I remember hearing. Everything after that was a blur.
Muffled sounds now fill the air. People are talking, but it's all in one ear, out the other. I can barely see what's in front of me- I'm so dizzy. Everything is spinning around in circles.
I'm at a loss for words. What is there for me to say? What is there for me to do? Renee's no longer in my life. I won't be seeing her sparkling green eyes anymore. Nor will I be able to hear the sweet melody of her carefree laugh…be in the presence of her free, unyielding spirit.
And then it hits me. I'm gonna be an eight year old girl without a mother. No brothers, no sisters. It's just my father and me now. I can't believe it.
My lips quiver. I'm about to burst.
Edward's form stands right before me. I can spot that wild, untamed hair anywhere, no matter how messed up I may be. His arms wrap around me and everything comes spilling out. I cry like I've never cried before. Sobs. Tears. Hiccups. Snot. I don't know how long I've been at it, but his shirt is now completely ruined. He doesn't say or do anything about it, though. His hold on me is still firm.
"It's okay, Bella. We're here for you. We love you. I love you."
It's at that moment that I truly realize I can't picture my life without him. Edward's my source of strength. He helps me let go, helps me express myself openly. Lord knows that if it weren't for him, I'd be hiding within myself this very moment. I need him now, more than ever.
"Thank you. I love you too, Edward."
And I continue to cry in to oblivion.