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Chapter 1- The Funeral-

Edward's POV

My insides all turned to ash, so slow

And blew away as I collapsed, so cold

A black wind took them away from sight

And held the darkness over day that night

I looked around the small church. Everything was the way she wanted it.

The roses were the deepest shade of red possible. The service booklet was printed on green paper. And draped over her coffin was a green silk sheet.

She was to be buried in her wedding dress, that I would never see, on Valentines Day.

Just like she wanted it.

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

The service itself was held outside. Among the trees where she had wanted.

She didn't want to be buried in the meadow.

"It was a place for happy memories" She said one night as we talked about things. I remember her smile as she said that. And the light kiss she gave me.

"My best memories"

I used to be my own protection, but not now

Cause my path has lost direction somehow

A black wind took you away from sight

And held the darkness over day that night

I looked up at the sky, the rain falling down on my face. Making it look like I was crying real tears instead of dry, invisible ones that I only wished for.

"As we condemn her body to the ground we ask God to look after our Dear Isabella. And give us all the strength and courage that she had. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust"

I watched as they lowered her body into the ground. And as they did I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Charlie standing behind me. His eyes were a reflection of mine I was certain. They held no hope. No joy. No life. Just the knowledge that the best thing to ever happen to the both of us was now gone forever.

And the clouds above move closer

Looking so dissatisfied

And the ground below grew colder

As they put you down inside

But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

As everyone left. I stayed looking up at the sky. I felt the cold wind blowing on my face. The dark clouds closing in. Shutting out all the days light. Rain drops feel from the sky, as if they were meant to be washing away the heartache, the lose and the pain. I stepped closer to the grave and dropped in a single black rose.

So now you're gone

And I was wrong

I never knew what it was like

To be alone

"Come back to me one day. I'll always wait for you. My Isabella."

On a Valentine's Day