Preface

They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes; that you relive all your most precious memories in a matter of minutes, seconds even. I guess they were lying, for in my last moments on this earth, I had thought of nothing but how my death would affect the people I loved. Did that, in a way, make me selfless? Did that make everyone who thought of their memories selfish?

I had never given much thought to how I would die, though I had enough reason in the last few months, but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I stared at my sister as the hunter with black, wild eyes made his way towards her. My sister was paralyzed with fear and could only watch him slowly stalk towards her as if she were his last prey.

I knew that if I had never gone to Forks, this wouldn't have happened, but as terrified as I was, I could not regret my decision. Forks had always been my home, so it was only a matter of time before I returned. My decision to move brought me love and happiness. Why would I regret that?

All rights go to Stephanie Meyer for all book-related ideas and characters in this fan fiction. All ideas, characters, dialogue, etc. created by the author (me) should not be copied or stolen.

Warning: There is Bella-Bashing in this story. Comments are always welcome.