Prologue:
I was walking back to the memories, the painful, horrid memories. Why? I didn't know. Shouldn't I be trying to be strong instead of walking back to the reminder? Have you ever thought about how fate can be immensely cruel and take the things that you cherish the most? Well, that has happened to me, yes me, Bella Swan. I lost the most important thing in my life. We always hear about terrible things happening to other people and we shrug and say, well that will never happen to me, and that's when they end up occurring. When you are comfortable and mainly content life can vicissitude. I was never a person to complain or desire more in my life, I just took life it as it came and accepted things, yes my life wasn't perfect but there was nothing that made me despise it. However, the day that fate decided to go against me I broke in a million ways and my faith deteriorated. I walked slowly inside the vacant office; I reached for the chair behind the desk…The empty chair. I sat at the desk with a pen I picked it up as I let the memories run wild. A sob escaped my lips as I held the pen shakily over the paper. I almost couldn't see from all the tears but I had to do it. So I touched the pen to the paper and tried to steady my hand enough to write.