Edward POV

Mother looked terrible. The doctor, Doctor Cullen, I believe, said that she was worse off than me with the terrible flu…how could that be possible? It just couldn't be true. Mother looked terrible enough, and father had already died; how could I look after her if I did the same?

"Edward," Mother said.

"Yes, Mother?"

"If I die…you mustn't grieve for me."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. It sounded like she thought she was about to…die. And how could I not grieve for her? What she asked of me was impossible. I told her so.

"Mother, that's impossible -"

"No, it's not." She said stubbornly.

Then Dr. Cullen walked in.

"Hello, Edward, Elizabeth, how are you doing?" he said.

"Edward is being stubborn." Mother said. I laughed. It wasn't I who was being stubborn – obviously it was my mother.

I mocked her tone. "Elizabeth is being silly."

"In what way?" Dr. Cullen asked, clearly enjoying himself.

"Mother is making silly and impossible requests," I said.

"And Edward is ignoring them." Mother finished.

I thought for a moment of the Anne of Green Gables books, the series that was almost finished. The last book just needed to be completed, and then they would be done. Just like my life. I had a few hours, maybe a day if I were lucky, left to live, and then my life would be over.