Disclaimer & A/N:
All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer as well as any of the dialogue that is used in Bella's presence. The titles for chapters 1-3 and chapters 20-24 also belong to Stephenie Meyer. I know I should probably create my own conversations but I want this story to be as close to New Moon as possible. I do not take credit for any of that dialogue. I WILL create my own conversations later on as the story moves out of Bella's presence so please don't freak at me over it. Thanks. Any references or conversations used from Twilight also belong to Stephenie Meyer.
(I do not own anything from the
Twilight series or to be more specific, New Moon in this case.
Obviously)07/08/08
All right. So, I'm
currently in the process of editing all the old work I did for this.
(So yes, this preface has also been tweaked slightly. Nothing major
since I didn't find too much wrong with this section.) But chapter 1
and 2, I'm definitely fine-tuning. For now, I'll settle with
self-editing, but later on, as I get on with the story, I might try
to find a beta reader so in the future, I might re-upload yet again.
But that's not set in stone. Judging from my progress, chapter 1
should be up later tonight or tomorrow.
Preface
I knew as I stood against the shadows that it was over now. Finally it was okay to let my mind wander-- to dream again. Despite now, during my darkest hour, I was content. Even though I acknowledged that in the end, only death awaited me, I was happier than I'd been for a long, long time.
I understood my decision would inevitably hurt my family; Esme especially, but I could not bring myself to go back. What use was that anyway? It would change nothing. I hoped it would end quickly-- I wanted to be whole again, though deep down, I knew I would always be missing a part of me, but I still I tried to cling on to a shred of hope.
It's funny, how time seems to drag when it is evidently running out. It was as if someone had set the world in slow motion; everything seemed to crawl along at an even slower pace than usual. The huge clock on the tower above began to toll-- once, twice, and three times, on and on, but my attention was focused elsewhere. I took a deep breath; one of the last I'd ever take. My movements felt slow and stiff as I stepped forward towards the light to meet my fate.