Prologue
Jacques Benigne Bossuel once said, "The heart has reasons that reason does not understand." Though my heart is unbeating, and has lay dormant in my chest for well over five centuries, I myself can agree with this as I have experienced it. Yes, love is without reason. Love never listened to my mind – it simply tugged at my cold, dead heart. Love willed me to do things I'd never dreamt of. It brought me a world of hurt. But it also brought me more smiles than anything or anyone else has in 534 years. And for that, I'm thankful down to my very granite bones.
My belief in love has caused me to put faith in other things. God, for instance. If there were no God, certainly I would have died long ago. And if that had happened, I would've been kept from true happiness. There is a God, and he is most kind. Most patient, too, for He did what I could not. He had faith and waited centuries for my existence to be complete. In all my years, the world had become repetitive. Routine. That is, until I went to Forks, Washington. Who would have thought that this small, rainy town would turn my world absolutely upside-down?