PrologueLife after Breaking Dawn.

Ever since the almost-fight with the Volturi, things had gotten better; I continued to grow at an accelerated pace, Mom grew stronger and stronger with her brilliant self-control and mind-shielding powers and my family just seemed… happier.

Of course, I had never known the extent of my family's happiness before I was born, but Carlisle had told me that everyone seemed to brighten up when I arrived. Apparently, before I came into this world, Rosalie was depressed because she could never be a Mother, but I had washed it away, just by existing. It was like I brought her something she could never have; a sense of motherhood. She was not my Mother, Bella was, but just my very existence had brought Rosalie happiness and joy, just that she was able to know and hold a baby and use her forever-increasing maternal feelings.

Just by breathing, I had made someone happy.

It also brought me joy; it was sort of a whole chain reaction. If Rosalie was happy, Emmett was happy. If Esme was happy, then Carlisle was happier – since he was pretty happy to begin with. And, well, I brought my parents the sort of delight that they accepted would never be there; they knew they could not have children and accepted it because of their love for one another, but again, just by my abrupt arrival, I gave them something that otherwise, they could never have.

If my family was happy, then I was happy. I was a happy child, per-say… technically, I was hardly a child anymore; I was ten years old and had grown to my aging climax. I was forever seventeen, just like Dad.

We live in Astoria, Oregon, now. We had left Forks over eight years ago because I was aging far too fast to stay much longer, and it had broken Moms heart to leave her Father, my Grandfather. It had broken my heart too, since I only knew Charlie for two years, but ever since I could understand the concept of 'Humans must be kept oblivious to our kind', I knew we would have to leave him at some point. I prepared myself, something that Mum did but found difficult.

I not only brought happiness, but I also brought around a sense of grief too.

My parents had repeatedly told me that even if I hadn't been born, our family would have had to move anyway, but I knew deep down that we had to leave to early because of me.

I never told my parents my true feelings; it would only cause uproar and chaos among members of my family alike. I was lucky in a sense that I had been born into a family of such compassion and love. Right from the very beginning, after causing my Mother so much pain through her agonising birth, I had won over every single members heart. They loved me, and I loved them. It was like I was a constant factor in their decisions, whether I would be happy and content or miserable and unhappy.

And then there was Jake, my best friend.

Jacob is twenty-seven now, but because of his constant wolf shifting, he had remained his physical age of seventeen. We had a great relationship; he always made me happy no matter what, even if he had to run to the nearest shop to grab me a box of cookies. We laugh, we talk, we smile, but I always see that strange look in his eyes that says 'I love you'. I get confused by that look because I don't know how I feel about him; he's my best friend, and that's all I want him to be, I think…