Everywhere I looked I saw him, and every time I closed my eyes, his face appeared before me. There were times when we sat together in silence and I studied his face so closely because, when the inevitable end came, I didn't want to forget the way he looked, or the sound of his voice, or the way his lips felt on mine. "Us" wasn't supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to love each other.

In this world, nothing is as it seems. For example, the day I met Edward Cullen:

The morning I awoke to was as miserable as my thoughts. The sky wept heavier tears than I would have thought possible. As I unwillingly rose from my blanket cocoon and walked to the bathroom, my mind was far away from the monotonous morning routine. My thoughts resided in the dense green setting of my dreams the night before.

I was alone in the darkness.

The walls of flora were quickly closing in on me.

Everything was about to end. I closed my eyes and wished to be somewhere, anywhere else.

Then suddenly there was light radiating from...from something, something that had parted the trees by its mere presence. SomeONE as it was. A he, I realized once I could finally see his face. Oh, he was beautiful! With mesmerizing butterscotch eyes, he was godlier than any human I'd ever seen.

And in an instant he was gone. Like lightning, vanishing before you can truly appreciate the beauty.

I stood in the bathroom and studied myself closely in the mirror, sighing. If this gorgeous creature existed, there was no way he'd ever be interested in me. I was utterly average, average AND uninteresting. I had to stop myself before the self-hatred got too out of hand. After showering quickly, I dressed in an everyday outfit: blue skinny jeans and a gray long sleeve shirt. I pulled my dark curls back into a plain barrette. I wore no makeup. Everything about the way I looked was designed to attract the least amount of attention possible. It usually worked.

Breakfast and the drive to school passed uneventfully. I realized on arriving in the school parking lot that, not having even glanced at a clock this morning, I was very early. Despite this, I climbed on out of the old Rabbit anyway, yawning heavily.

At that moment, something caught my eye in at the far end of the lot. Jesus Christ, that car! I've never known much about cars, but I knew for a fact that that one must have cost more than I would ever be able to afford. The bright red paint job was what first attracted my gaze, but now an entirely different object held my attention.

A gorgeous, pale creature walking with the grace of a...a...there was nothing to even compare it to. Maybe there was, but I couldn't think properly, at least not with him standing there, so near.

No. No! It couldn't be real. HE couldn't be real. But there he was; butterscotch eyes staring intently into mine. It was when I noticed he was walking toward me that I began to hyperventilate. No, he wasn't walking, he was running. Why was he running?

Wait. I could now see a second amazing man running toward me, almost as beautiful as the first. The difference was that his eyes weren't sweet and golden like the other's, they were a flat black that held nothing but anger and...something else I couldn't quite place.

The next thing I knew, I was knocked to the pavement. My head slammed against the ground. I was only vaguely aware of the fight going on just above me as my head spun, and I slipped into unconsciousness.

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My eyes flashed open to bright sunshine pouring in through a wall of windows. My head was pounding as I slowly pulled myself up to a sitting position in the enormous, soft bed I was in. Oh no. Where was I? What happened? Nothing made sense. That's when I began to panic.

There was a quick knock on the door, and the breathtaking butterscotch eyes were on me again. My mind, of course, went blank.

"I know you're confused, Grace," he said. Although his tone sounded exhausted, his voice was so smooth, like silk on bare skin; too perfect for words. "I'll explain everything. My name is Edward Cullen."