"Isabella Swan. Will you marry me?"
I looked at the handsome young man with dark hair. Though he was down on one knee, I hardly had to look down at all.
"Yes!" I gasped. He slipped the ring on my finger, (I wondered how much he had worked to afford such a beautiful rock) and then Jacob Black and I shared a passionate kiss.
20 years later
"A new family moved to Forks, Mom." My youngest child and only son, Adrian said while we ate dinner one night.
"Really?" I was surprised. Most people in Forks had lived here for generations. I had been an exception moving here in my junior year in high school, but I had moved in with my father who had lived here for years. Of course there had been one other exception, about two years before me….
"What's the name of the family?" Jacob asked.
"We've only met the son." Our oldest daughter Lyndsey replied. "He's the same age as me. His last name is Kent."
"Kent. Haven't met any Kents." Jacob said. He shrugged. "I haven't heard about anyone moving in either."
"Maybe I heard him wrong. But I'm pretty sure he introduced himself as Edward Kent." Lyndsey said.
My chest froze up at the sound of the name. A new student named Edward. Jacob glanced at me and I avoided his eyes. This happened anytime I was reminded of him. For no matter how I tried, I couldn't get over him. Over the years it had become easier, and being with Jacob certainly helped things, but I learned that it was impossible to get over someone so perfect, someone that I didn't deserve to be with, I didn't deserve even the short time that I received.
But this time was different. If it wasn't for the terrible pain I was feeling, I would find the coincidence funny.
Adrian, Lyndsey, and our middle child Rebecca were looking at my husband and I worriedly, and I was about to tell them that everything was fine when the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and was looking at a gorgeous boy with copper colored hair.
"My name is Edward Kent. Lyndsey left her bag in biology."
The 22-year-old hole in my chest was temporarily healed.