Disclaimer : By this time you must know that I do not own Twilight.So, well, after a lot of contemplation, I present you the next chapter. So the last chapter was a brief glimpse into EB's relationship and the beginning of the chain of events that led to the happenings of prologue. And this chapter is a look into Bella's life after the prologue. The next chapter will be a past chapter. You won't be seeing Edward in this chapter:).Happy reading.

Chapter:2

Loss. Something she has seen and experienced more than she should have in her brief time. She brought loss along with her as she entered the world. Her mother. The person who gave her life away for hers. The person who she killed. Took away from her father. Whose life could have been infinitely better if only she hadn't been born at all.

Her Nana. The only maternal figure she had ever known in her life. The one that took care of her for most of her childhood. The one that made her pain go away when she was pushed down by the other kids in the playground. The one that made her chocolate chip cookies and taught her to bake. The one she watched as life faded away from in a quiet hospital room.

Her father. Her father who was awkwardly uncomfortable about any displays of affection. Her father who, despite it being too awkward for both of them, tried to give her the dreaded sex talk. Her father who never even gone on a date, focusing his attention solely on his daughter. His daughter, who didn't even get to attend his funeral. Who will inherit the fair amount of money and his house once she turned eighteen. The one she had never even set foot in after his death.

But all the emotions she had felt then couldn't even compare to what she felt now. She had lost him. The only person, outside of her family, who loved her. Understood her. Cared when she was ill. When she was in pain. When she was happy. When she was sad. When she was angry.

The only person she trusted enough to open up for. The only person she helped heal and was healed by. She must have known it was wrong of her to be emotionally dependent on him completely. She must have known it since she had always lost the people she opened upto. But, she chose to ignore it.

It wasn't her fault. With him, it felt right. Though they were together for a very short time, they had both known that they were each other's forever. That they had found true love.

They promised each other. A lot. To support each other's choices, to visit places they only dreamt about. To get married. Raise a family. To grow old and when the time comes to leave the land of the living into the great unknown. Together.

But most of all, he promised never to leave her alone in this beautiful yet terrifying world. That wherever he goes, she goes. But, fate thought otherwise and before they could fulfill their promises, took him away from her.

Now, he was gone. Just like everyone whom she loved. Maybe she was being punished. For what, she would never know. Maybe the one above was toying with her. Taking everything that meant something to her away from her and see how she'll react, how she'll survive.

But, the pain she felt was not only due to the fact that he was gone. No, that was only a part of it. It was that she was the reason for his death.

She knew it wasn't entirely her fault. It wasn't her fault that the car malfunctioned. But if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have gone there at all. To retrieve his mother's locket that he intended to be hers. It was supposed to be a surprise. It was a gift and his version of a promise ring. Just like he had given her the ring she was currently caressing on Christmas.

It was her luck. Her fault. If she hadn't entered his life, if she hadn't gotten closer to him, if she had not fallen in love with him or he with her, maybe he would still be alive, breathing, smiling, frowning but certainly not dead with no body to be found.

If not for her, maybe he would have become a concert pianist like he always wanted to when he was younger. Maybe

he'd have gone on to become a therapist, he certainly had the gift for it. Maybe he'd have found love with someone who was worthy of his adoration and someone who wouldn't have been the reason for his untimely demise.

The guilt and sorrow made her eyes fill with tears and she cried and cried until she could no more. She still remembered the last thing he said to her, probably the last thing he ever said. She had called him. Nearly 10 minutes before the suspected time of his death.

"Hey,Edward. Just wanted to let you know that I am waiting for you. How long until you make it?"

"Shit! Sorry, love. I didn't realize it was time yet. I will be over in less than 30 minutes."

"It's okay. Be safe."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

What she wouldn't give to hear him say it one more time. It felt like it was yesterday. But it had been a week. A unrealistically long and simultaneously short week. It was his memorial today. There was no body for them to bury. She hadn't known if she had the strength to attend. But she would. For Esme. She had lost more than she had. She had lost the only person she had in the entire world. She had lost a son. And if it meant Bella had to put a strong front up to comfort her, she would. He would have wanted it. Wanted the two women he lived for to be there for each other. As she thought that, her truck crossed a sign. A sign that welcomed her. Welcomed her to a place where she had lost nearly everything that meant in life. The sign read,

Welcome to Forks.

So, here it is. Let me know what you think.