Preface of Dark Moon
I had to leave.
I loved her too deeply to put her in such danger any longer; the consequences were too appalling to consider.
Even as I fled my dead heart screamed at me to return.
If I had listened to it would it have been able to prevent the terrible tragedy?
How could an act meant to save her cause so much anguish and suffering?
The image in my mind was astoundingly beautiful; filled with a perfect all consuming love.
A love I had lost forever.
I had to decide, should I endure a hellish life of torment and remorse or trust in the cold and final embrace of death.
I needed to be with her.
To live or to die?
I chose death.