It was cold outside.
I never noticed.
What does it mean to lose some you love? What does it mean when your heart has been shattered into a million pieces and you don't see the point in trying to pick them up again?
I was alone.
It had been over two years now. Years since Victoria and the newborn vampires had come searching for revenge. Their gripe was with Bella, and therefore, all of us. And so they'd killed her.
Esme. My love.