Prologue
Dear Diary
In the early morning mists, the dawn is breaking. I sit overlooking the ocean. Reflecting on my life. The stillness of the water is opposite my dreams. My mind, bustling with the thoughts of how different my life has been. How differently it could have gone. The pier on which I sit is mine, attached to the home I share with my husband, Edward. A life that is seemingly comfortable to those whom haven't experienced it. Our home sits on the boundaries, the line between the reservation and the Cullens land. My pier sits on the beaches of La Push, for reasons my heart can't explain, I chose to build it here.. I could not forget how I left Jacob behind in those mists. He haunted me in my sleep. Edward made the agreement to build me a home where I could have the best of both sides of my heart. The side of my heart that beats for Edward and the side of my heart that pounds with Jacobs'. I had to have him in my life.
I love Edward. The ceremony was the most beautiful. I in my white gown, Edward in his tux. Surrounded by our family and friends. I swore that day to love him forever, until death do we part. Only I would know this fate. He was suppossed to change me. That was the plan. The events that occurred during our lives together postponed our plan for eternity. The years seemed to fly by without any realization, that once I began to wrinkle, time was about to run out. Although I took the vow to love Edward until my dying day, Jacob never left me. There were a few years, after our wedding, that I didnt see Jacob. I began to feel that a part of me was missing. I told Edward my heart was his, yet I still felt incomplete. Thats how the plan to build a home came into play. I had only thought the day I married Edward was the happiest day of my life. Then we moved. The seven years I had spent without Jacob had taken its toll on me. The day I saw his face in the trees behind our home, gazing into mine through the kitchen window. I knew this wasnt going to be as easy as I thought. The only way I can think to share with you an accurate occurance of events is to tell you like its a story. Most stories begin with, "Once upon a time," but I will start with, " Once Upon a New Moon"...
Bella