Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.
Thanks to Midnight Cougar for beta'ing and fixing my tense issues. :)
Chapter 54
"Why didn't you call me?" you ask and I can hear the pain in your voice, see tears rolling down your cheeks through my own.
"Because I was too far gone, because it didn't matter anymore, she was gone. Nothing mattered after that," I tell you.
"What ever happened to the letter?" you question, sitting down next to me.
"I still have it, it's with her things. I was going to put it in her casket, but I wanted only happy things. So, I left her a letter telling her how much I loved her, and a little teddy bear I bought. It was the worst day of my life. The only time I ever got to dress my baby was for her funeral!"
I'm sobbing, my grief spilling from my eyes. You wrap your arms around me, pulling me onto your lap, holding me. The fire burns, even now, but the shaking of your sobs overpowers that feeling.
I know then that, even though you didn't know about her, you still love her, because she was part of us.
