Dear Myself,

It's been four days since the funeral. Yes, four. That means we're one day behind the Volturi deadline. The last couple days have been spent in airplanes, different stops in different countries to confuse them. Were I one of those people to red-peg every country I'd been to on a world map, my map would pretty much be drowning in pins by now. But, as Edward said, we ended up in Northern Canada, somewhere in the Yukon Territory I've been told.

The one reason I'm late with my getting bitten is fear. My fear of forgetting the last few years of my life, the most incredible years of my human life. There is no doubt in my mind however, that the coming eternity will dwarf them.

But, as for my forgetting. The documents accompanying this letter are yours and Edward's history. Just in case you forget.

Edward says its pointless, that he remembers everything with HDTV clarity, but he can't read my mind. He doesn't know the things that I felt. So, the last four days have been spent with me talking to him, telling him the whole story from my own shoes. I can't let myself lose those memories.

I narrated. He typed. I ate bites of food between words only for him. Believe me, Bella, if you ever get a longing for the ability to eat again, I can tell you it's not worth the trouble, really. You got sick somewhere between Madrid and London. Edward insisted we stop this, in his words 'pointless' interview, but I, or rather, you, forced him to listen to reason. I believe we used some phrase like 'final wish'.

So now, nearly one-million words later, it's all down in black-and-white. Edward swore up and down to read it to you if you forget anything. Make him keep that oath.

So, you're a newborn vampire now. I know it won't help, but try to stay away from human blood. Jasper's won too many bets this year. Although I'm sure Edward would stop you. Me. This is confusing.

He assures me that this isn't necessary, that I'll be fine, but things go wrong. Alice, your new fashionista sister-in-law fyi, didn't remember a thing about her time as a human, so you never know.

Now, Edward's pacing in the next room. Everything's ready. Through the crack in the door, I can see Carlisle standing with the morphine. They're ready.

And I'm ready. I'm ready for immortality. But here's this letter in your front pocket.

Here's to hoping Edward was right after all, that we won't need this.

But if we do, you do, read it. Remember your humanity.

Edward's pacing in that room. The Volturi could knock down the door any minute. It's time now.

Forever his,

Isabella Marie Cullen