My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I should have died yesterday. If my body still had a beating heart, I would have. It's a long story, but I guess all I have is time. You don't however. Trust me, I know, I can hear your beating heart, and it wont be long until your life comes to a blissful end. So for your sake, I'll try to keep this short.
For years my life has been blissful, wonderful, and remotely uneventful. Aside from the inevitable moving from town to town, and the occasional encounter with an enraged soul, life, or should I say existence ran smoothly.
It wasn't long after Renesmee's wedding to dear Jacob that things became… different. So we'll start there. The wedding.