"Grandma, Grandma! Please tell us a story?"
I laugh at Jenny's enthusiasm, so like her mother, so like her grandma Alice.
"What kind of story do you want to hear, honey?" I answer. I lock eyes with Edward across the room and we share a special smile, sharing a secret thought.
"Alright, Alright… I will tell you a story I have never told anyone," I start. "There once was a girl, who had it all…"
Two hours later I'm in the kitchen, cooking dinner for my grandchild and husband. Suddenly I feel arms wrap around me, lips on my neck sending shivers down my spine.
"I love you, Bella. What a story you told there though, I'm impressed. Did you make it up on the spot?" Edward asks me softly.
I shake my head, smiling. "No, I've had it in my mind for a while."
"Thanks," I say, giving him a kiss. "I think so too."
He'll never know the truth.
I do have a couple of things to say. First of all, if you ever have suicidal thoughts, don't do what Bella did but go to a professional and talk about it. Second, I hope you have picked up on the little lessons I've wanted to try and show you through this story. Number one, wishing things happened differently doesn't always mean they would've gone the way you wanted, and often you have more impact on people's lives than you think. Number two, treasure everything you have, you never know when it might be taken away from you.
Thank you for reading, thanks to everyone who to my beta, texasbella, and thanks to the other February authors who have kept me sane.