((A/N : ANY ALREADY EXISTING CHARCTERS IN THE TWILIGHT SERIES IS NOT MY WORK. I TAKE NO CLAIM TO STEPHENIE MEYERS WORK. ALL I CLAIM IS A NEW PLOT LINE AND CHARACTERS CREATED BY ME.))
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Preface
If only my story could have been different. Like it should have been. Normal... The word taunts me wherever I go. Being alive but not having the chance to live. Not living the way I was meant to anyway. If I had the chance to change the way things turned out, I may have done my best to alter my future. And just as luck would have it.. that simply wasn't able to be done.
With only ever having two options that I couldn't even control, it made life very... Limited. But having endless time ahead of myself, I try not to complain too much. Its such a waste to spend moments in the action of self-pity. So I try to make the best of what I've been given. If not for my adopted father, it would have taken me many years to figure out how to become a better person. I owe my Family everything. If I was able to change my destiny , knowing who they were and being part of their world, It would have been hard to leave them. And I fear that my love for them would sway my decision and I would choose them. They've been there for me when I felt I could not move on. They are all I have... and ever could have. For if I tried to love anyone else, they'd either die or find me repulsive... unnatural. Trust me. I know from experience.
In all my travels, I've had casual flings and one-night stands. However I could not allow myself to be reminded of love.I would not allow myself to relive the painful memories of my past failures and heartbreaks. It was bad enough I can never forget the one major tear into my soul. He was the hardest to live through. His kind could never accept my family, and because of my prophesy, could not accept me. Ephriam Black was so kind and gentle and had a way about him that one could not help but fall in love with. He tried so hard to protect me from the very thing that cursed me. Not my family in general, but of what they are. His duty and my fate tore us apart. It hurt to leave him but I knew It never would have worked out. It never does in my case.
And now I come back, to the one place I never thought I'd come to again. He would be gone by now, I remind myself. It has been over one hundred and fifty years. But my memories are as clear as ever. To see old places and picture it from when I remember is like feeling it were just yesterday I lived here. Maybe it'd be less painful. I need to concentrate on my purpose for being here. I have a new sister according to my family. And they need me.
So its back to my home...
Back to Forks...