A/N: Hey everyone. This is something that has been floating around in my head for the past couple of months and I've finally decided to write it down. This story is will be more tragic than WfDR but I hope you all will give it a chance. Thanks to my beta Dawn for fixing this up for me.
I don't own Twilight.
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."-Marilyn Monroe
I always believed in this quote, but I was never able to apply it to my own life. I believed I was living a pretty blessed and fabulous one—I had parents who were still in love thirty-two years after getting married and were each other's best friends, which was rare in this day and age with couples getting divorce left and right. I had an older brother, who always looked out for me, but as I grew up, learned to let me protect myself. I had the three best girlfriends any girl could ask for, including one who became my sister-in-law. And I had a job that I loved to go to every morning; it didn't pay much, but I was still able to pay the bills with a little help from my parents every once in a while.
My personal life was one to write home about; one that had my mother smiling every time I mentioned his name and one that had my father worried about having to let me go soon.
However, that all was thrown to the wind only a couple months before I received the news that caused my world to come crashing down.
A/N: The first chapter should be posted shortly. Let me know what you think.