<s>[INST] Here is an excerpt of a novel:

Bourbon was my life's blood. There was a period of my life when I thought that the bourbon was the only thing that could make the darkness recede. The only way to drown the heavy ache in my head. So I drank. Heavily.

When I wasn't nursing a debilitating hangover, I would numb myself with coffee. It was my second best friend right after bourbon. One of the few things that made me feel somewhat normal.

I've been sober for three years now. It's the longest stretch of my life that I didn't drink. I still have cravings. But I fight them, like a warrior waging a never-ending battle.

Recently, I met someone. Her name is Emily. She's kind, and beautiful, and stubborn. She has a way of walking into a room that makes me feel seen. For the first time in a long, long time, I feel like I have a reason to want to be around people again.

Emily told me that she's been in therapy for years, and I realized that I might have some issues to work through as well. So I started going too. It's been...enlightening. I'm starting to see patterns and habits that I've been doing for years without even realizing it. And slowly but surely, I'm starting to let go of them.

I found out that Emily has a past, a painful one. But she's not bitter. Instead, she's strong, and brave, and determined. She's the kind of person who inspires you to be a better person. And I find myself wanting to be that better person, for her.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm starting to heal. Like the scars are finally beginning to fade.

But then he showed up. The man who had been my best friend, my confidant, my partner in crime. The one person who could push my buttons like no one else. He's been gone for years, and I thought I was rid of him. But he's back.

And he's brought the past with him.

This excerpt shows a very different narrative voice than the one used in Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. How is it different?[/INST]