Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to S.M., I just like to play with her characters
"We are gathered here today to honor the life of…" Bella tuned out the sounds of the priests voice out as she stared at the coffin. She could not believe he was gone.
Six months, that was how long he fought. For six months she was by his side for every surgery, every round of chemo, every tracheostomy cleaning, every bed bath, and every single bout of nausea and diarrhea. She was there when his hair fell out, she was there when his skin became so thin and sensitive that he could hardly stand to have a blanket cover his overly thin, chilled body and she was there holding his hand when he took his last breath.
Bella had loved that man with her entire heart and the only regret she had was that she did not spend more time with him when she could.
Six months is all it had taken for Isabella Swan's life to turn upside down. In just six short months she had lost her job, her boyfriend, her home and in the end her father.
Six months.
A lot can happen in six months.
As people began shuffling passed Bella offering their condolences, she couldn't help but wonder what the next six would bring.
A/N: This was really short but after looking at my first chapter which I'm working on I felt it really needed this lead in. I'm really excited about this story and I hope it's caught your attention. Thanks for reading!
