Disclaimer: I do not own characters... Blah balh blah...
The life I live now is slow paced and meaningless. I am so old, yet so young. I have lived this life for 86 years, and yet, I still feel so alone. Today is November 18, 1987.
Yet again, my family is running away from what we are. Running from what we're not, from who we should be. Every couple of years we run from the shadows, and then into even more. We shy away from the light and proceed towards the darkness.
My family is made up of many different personalities.
From my overly joyous bear of a brother, Emmett to my self-obsessive sister, Rosalie.
From my quite sensitive brother, Jasper to my pixie-like shop-o-holic sister, Alice.
From my loving caring mother, Esme to my smart respectful father, Carlisle.
This is my adoptive family, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
Ive always been told that I needed to settle down. To find someone to love who would love me equally. I'm perfectly content with being alone for my existence. I haven't needed anyone here for me yet, why would that change now?
My family says I over think things. They say I deliberate on small things that don't really matter, or big things that matter that no one cares about. Small things that most normally don't think about, or big things that should be thought over that aren't.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my name being called.
"Edward!" My sister said, waving her hand in front of my face. "Stop right up here."
This is only a prolouge...
