What would happen if Bella had never even been faced with nearly being hit by Tyler's van?
What would happen if she never even had any sort of relationship with Edward Cullen?
What if things were exactly the way they were supposed to be?
Prologue
I don't know what it was, but I just had this really akward feeling stepping out of my mom's car as she dropped me off at the airport entrance.
"Now, Bella, are you sure, like positively sure, that you want to do this. I mean, we can rent you your own apartment if you really don't want to see Phil everyday."
My mother was always like this. Totally protective and always worrying about how I felt. But, that's why I loved her, and maybe that's why I had these butterflies right now.
"I'm fine mom. No aparment rentals neccesarry." Although that really sounded tempting! "There's nothing wrong with Phil. I just want to go spend some time with Dad, that's all."
Renee got out of the car and came over to my side to give me one last hug. She couldn't resist.
"I'm sorry for being this way Bella. It's just, so heartbreaking to see you leave like this. I feel like I am doing something wrong."
The look on her face was painful. I hated seeing my mom like this. She was everything to me and I wanted her to be happy. I guess that's exactly how she felt about me.
"Mom, I'm going to be fine. Really, don't worry about me. Okay?"
"Okay." She sighed and looked down to her feet. "Don't forget, I love you Bella!"
"I won't." I promised as I turned and headed for the entry to the airport.
I looked back behind me to see my mother, back to the car and her hands held up to her face as if to prevent her from crying.
I felt an awful stinging in my eyes when I turned back and headed for Forks, Washington.
Things would never be the same.
Author's Note: A lot to come! This was just a little teaser, hence the name prologue, for you all. Hopefully you enjoyed it.
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All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.