Chapter 3
BPOV
September 16th
Dear Diary,
I was wrong .I knew it was too good to be true. Before I even showed him my song, before he let me say anything, he left me. My love. The Meaning of My Existence. My Life. Gone. And I had no say in it. What I had to say didn't matter. My words were meaningless. If the one person who matters the most doesn't care for me or what I do or what I say…what's the point of life? What's the point of speaking? All I can do is cry and shed my tears…caused by my heartbreak.
He looked me in the eyes and told me………that he didn't want me.
Sincerely,
With the pieces of my broken Heart,
With the hole that will never be filled,
With the cut that will never be healed
With what is left of my soul,
With the song, my song, that will never be played,
Bella Marie Swan