Edward's POV

It had been two years since it happened.

You're probably wondering what I'm talking about, so, in spite of myself, I will tell you.

We were about to get married, when the Volturi came.

They killed both Bella and her dad. They killed them, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The worse part was, we had gotten into a fight, and I said, "Sometimes I wish I hadn't saved you from James."

That was the last thing I said to her.

Now none of my family ever talks to me.

They all moved to Alaska with Tanya.

Now I'm all alone in this giant house.

I was never going to get another friend.

There was just no one like Bella.

If I could, I'd cry myself to sleep at night.

But I can't cry, so I can't let out all my emotions.

I almost never go out, except for hunting trips.

I'm never going to meet someone who has been through as much pain as I have.

There was absolutely no one like me out there. No one who didn't fit in. No one who wasn't even supposed to be made.

There was never going to be anyone as much as a freak as me.

And everyone knew that.