A/N: I know guys! Here I go starting another story. I know what you're asking yourself: will she ever actually finish one. Well the answer at the moment is I have no idea. I'm sorry.

This idea just sort of came to me. Not like a vision. Mainly when I was revising for my history exam. I know its short at the moment, but I'm counting on the chapters getting longer.

I would also like to apologise for the song choice. I struggled and I wouldn't say its the Edward was Mr Brightside: its more just that although he is on the Western Front, he is still looking on the bright side of life. Not really good, but if anyone has a better choice then please do inform me. I would be grateful.

Well here it is. Enjoy!

Emma.

But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

-Mr Brightside, The Killers

I knew before I joined that this was what I was destined to do. I knew when the war began that I would eventually be involved. My sister always believed in fate – I used to laugh at her. Looking back, if it was not for 'fate', then I would never have met her: my one true love; my other half; my soul mate.

The rain fell hard, creating a river along the bottom of the trench. The storm was strong, the wind blowing heavily towards the East – an advantage for us. The head soldier was screaming at everyone, his normally loud, commanding voice sounded shy and quiet in the howling wind.

'Cullen, throw the canister. NOW!' I threw, my arm pulling back and snapping forward in a quick motion. The silver can flew through the sky before hurling towards a ditch in No Mans Land. It landed with a silent bang and cracked the lid off. Perfect. We ducked down in our trench, our eyes closed and our hands clamped over our mouths. Moments later we could hear the screams from the Germans. We opened our eyes and smiled at each other. The gas had travelled to the German trenches, the clear substance attacking silently without them knowing. The head soldier smiled before turning back and heading towards camp to announce the news to the General.

Darkness: night had fallen, the rain had stopped and the wind had calmed. Majority of the time, night was for relaxing. Baker and Donaldson were on watch duty as the rest of us caught some sleep and played some poker.

'Right men. Tomorrow the messenger is coming to collect your letters. Have them written and in an envelope for him to address and send away. Goodnight' General Kirk said. Choruses of nights echoed along the trench.

I smiled to my comrades, McCarthy and Hale.

Emmett McCarthy was tall and muscular. His thick dark curls were plastered to his forehead with sweat. Jasper Hale on the other hand was smaller in height yet still had muscles – they just weren't as prominent as Emmett's.

Both smiled back at me. This time of the week was our favourite. I wrote to my sister, Alice, every time. She always showed our parents the letters but it was easier writing to her. I don't know what I would say to my parents. I loved them but I knew they were upset with me being so far away and in such a dangerous place. They knew I was doing it for a good cause but they still missed me – as much as I missed them.

I found a bit of dry paper and a pencil tucked away in my breast pocket. Leaning on an old canister I began to write.