A/N: I don't own twilight, and this is JUST THE TEASER! ok? or prologue, whatever you choose to say. I will give this a week to rot on here...then you'll have chapter one
Twisted Heart.
It had been a "clean break" he never even said goodbye. I wonder sometimes, in my silence, if he will remember me, like I'm sure I will pine for him until the day I die. I wonder if I will ever be able to speak again. I think that is one of the reasons why I started writing in here, so I can tell someone, or something, what has happened and is now happening in the deep, dark recesses of my brain.
The though I have found myself alone with most now is " Do I forgive him? Do I still love him?"
And sometimes the answer is no, that I can never forgive the man whose brother killed my father, but mostly, I think I still love him-and that is the other reason I write this memoir. So when I die, or kill myself, Edward Cullen may know that I do.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I am in love with a deathwish.
