It started with a kiss, and it ended in a kiss. I'm sure most of you out there already know my story, seeing as how a woman living in Arizona decided to turn it into a book. Well, four books. Her name is Stephenie, and I know this how? Because I am living cozily with my new husband, Edward, up inside of her head. She knows that our story continues past all that she has written about us, that we do and always will have new dilemmas. But as of right now, my story is done. Kaput. Over. Nada. No more Mrs. Bella Cullen. But please do not get the wrong impression; I still live on, even if it is not in ink. Please remember that I am having new adventures every day with Edward and Jacob, that my life is just as normal as it ever was. You don't need to worry. So what if the last book came out? I'm still here. I'm still alive. There is no need to sob. I am not dead. It's not as if I don't exist anymore. I'm still here. And it really sucks watching all of you cry because my story is over. I want you to be happy, to rejoice because at least the story has a happy ending. And it's true, too. Edward and I are planning on staying together forever, no matter what the cost. Heck, at least I didn't die at the end of Breaking Dawn. That definately would've stunk. Because then I couldn't be saying the things i am right now.
Please, just please realize that I'm still alive. That I've got this new life, and I'm fully planning on living it. And if somebody tells you otherwise, that my story is over, or that I'm not real anymore, just go ahead and tell them that Bella Marie Swan Cullen herself told you that she is real. That her real life story is not over. That even though her story is ending in your world, it is just beginning in hers.