An except from Bella's diary, a hundred and fifty years after her death:

I can't remember my human life, but I remember the first day of my immortality. I remember it with perfect clarity, just as I remember every day that I have lived since. I remember the sights and smells that assaulted my vampiric senses as I opened my eyes to this brave new world. I remember his blood red eyes.

But I don't mean for this to be a story of my early years. I mean for this to be an explanation, a justification. Maybe if I write it all down, I can figure out where this went so terribly wrong. I didn't have a choice about my change. Fate had destined me to live out eternity among the undead. But I had been the one to love two men. I had been the one to break both their hearts and to destroy my own happiness. They couldn't live with what I had done, and neither could I. My family was gone...because of me.

How do you go on, knowing this?

A companion story to The Sun Refused to Shine.