Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or characters from it. They belong to the wonderfully brilliant Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue
I watched as Bella Swan, my best friend, rode away in the little car. She was looking back at me, her face pressed against the window with tears running down her cheeks, her hand outstretched as if she were reaching out for me. I wanted to chase after the car and take her back. I wanted to hug her and tell here everything was going to be all right. But I couldn't. She was moving to Tennessee with her mother. I might not even see her again. I fought back tears as I that last thought ran through my mind.
I still remember clearly the first day I met her a year ago. I was new in town and very nervous. She walked up to me and introduced herself with the voice of an angel. We were best friends from that moment. We were inseparable. My father, a commander in the military, often told me that I should hang out with guys instead of just her all the time. Don't get me wrong. My dad loved Bella like a daughter. He just thought my spending too much time with a girl would wear off on me. He didn't know how wrong he was. Bella was such a tomboy. We would play sports and act goofy. She wasn't like all the other girls. She didn't care about getting dirty or what she looked like. She was so much fun to be around. It just wasn't fair.
"Edward," my mother said, walking outside and putting hand on my shoulder. I hadn't realized I had been standing in the same spot for nearly fifteen minutes, staring at the corner where I last saw Bella's face. "Come on inside. Everything's going to be all right, son."
I followed her inside. As much as I wanted to believe her words, I couldn't help but doubt them. How could everything be okay when I had lost my best friend?