'Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides; you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so far intertwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is' Louis De Bernienes.

Prologue

When I moved to Forks Washington this isn't how I imagined my life to be. To stare in the eyes of a hunter as I imagined my own death, I've come to realise that if I never moved to Forks I wouldn't be facing my own demise.

But if I didn't move to Forks I wouldn't have met my soul mate, I wouldn't have had the experiences with love as I do now. So it is with certainty that I don't regret my move to Forks.

And as the hunter prowled closer I closed my eyes and thought of my love who I now had to leave behind.