Bella’s POV

I ran deeper into the forest, following the familiar trail where the silvery, sparkling waterfall gushed out of the rocky terrain in its full glory and let nature’s elements calm me down as I felt my cheeks get warm and tears roll down incessantly.

I never cried after my parents’ death.

Then why was I now ?

Why did it hurt so bad ?

The cool, watery evening breeze hit my face, causing the stray tears on my cheeks to cool the fuck down and sting my skin while the sun started to set low, coloring the sky in beautiful shades of purple and orange.

I loosened my...