Prologue
You hear some strange things, when you go through the foster system. You believe things that are even stranger.
A year ago, I was sixteen.
See, if someone had told me then, that I had a year to live I would have laughed.
If they told me I would find a home, after being an orphan for eight years, I would have laughed harder.
If they told me that I would meet my soulmate during that year, I would have been concerned for them.
And if they told me of the existence of vampires, I would consider having them committed to an institution.
If their explanation was summed up with the idea of three vampires taking away everything I held dear…
Some things are better left unsaid.
But right now, today, I would believe that person.
I would ask them why they didn't warn the green eyed boy I once was.
Was, past tense.
My name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
My eyes are golden.