AN: I would be very amiss if I don't acknowledge the work my beta, Gabby, had put in. Thank you so much!

Prologue – Reciting.

It has been seventy years. Seventy years since he last kissed me. Seventy years since he last hugged me. Seventy years since he had said good bye.

At first, I couldn't handle it. I couldn't do anything, because everything reminded me of him. Even his name hurt. I had almost gone into catatonic status. Yes, that how bad it was. My mind had managed to shut down.

You must be thinking of how pathetic I came to be, not being able to exist without a guy.

But he wasn't just some guy. He wasn't some blonde haired, good-looking jock who ruled Forks High School. He was Edward, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, the non-attention seeking, perfect gentleman (and a vampire).

It's not a joke. Mythical creatures like werewolves and vampires actually do exist. I would know. My best friend and ex-husband was a werewolf and I also dated a vampire. Seven vampires were the center of my world and I had seen them in action. I had even wished to become one. Truth, thought, I never got the ending I wanted. In fact, it never was for me. I could still remember my human childhood, remember the place where I never got the ice-cream flavor that I wanted. I still remembered that I was never able to run around in the neighborhood freely and wait for my mother to call for dinner. Firstly, I was very clumsy and secondly, my mother couldn't face responsibility, but, of course, someone had to do the job. Someone had to remember to pay the bills, buy the groceries, and cook for dinner.

Sometimes, in anger, I wished that I could just go up to Edward, and tell him how he I felt. But when my logical side returned, I knew every word he had said was right; I was just some ordinary human who should consider herself lucky that I was even let me into his world. But being logical didn't stop the pain, it was an agony that hurt worse than Laurent's vampire venom, the venom that had ran through my veins sixty-five years ago. Yet I couldn't make myself regret the decision to come to Forks in the first place. I still think of it as the best decision made during my human life.

Once, a vampire told me that I am rich, richer than most vampires because of my possession of my human memories. My reply to that was to laugh bitterly. I couldn't help it. Does anyone, want to go through rest of eternity thinking about her responsible childhood, her old love, her dead daughter and her cruel ex-husband?

I remember the moment when I discovered Edward had indeed took away everything. The photos and his gifts. At that moment, everything sank in. He was gone. He was not coming back. That pain was so strong, it had caused me to fall literally. But there was also a tinge of disappointment. It was memorable, because it had stood out against the sea of agony. I was disappointed, disappointed that I had fewer things to remember him. All I had left were memories. I hold on to the memories like they were my children.

I let out a laugh. It was acidic. Full of what I am, what I feel. Mentally, I slapped myself. I knew I shouldn't have lost myself in my thoughts. Again.

Sighing, I got up from the couch, grabbed my car keys, and then headed toward Portland High School.