The school smelled musty and old. Probably because it was old, as old as forks it I suppose. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to come. It brought back to many memories that I didn't want to remember. Too many things that I tried hard to forget. Every corner held something memory of my angle. My Bella.

She's dead. She has been dead for a while now and nothing was brining her back. I should know. I've tried everything. I tried to convince my self that it was possible to bring her back. I had to. If she was dead, I had died with her. But I still hold some hope. I cant just let go of her. I know somewhere in my heart that she is still here. I can't let go. Not yet. Not now