Chapter 1

„Happy Birthday Bella!" Jake said when he woke me up. He had been looking forward to my 80th birthday a lot. He had told me that he had a special surprise for me even though I had told him that I didn't want anything. I couldn't blame him for wanting to do something special today because it wasn't only my 80th birthday it was also our 50th anniversary! We had been married for 50 years! He was the only boyfriend I had ever had and I was the only girlfriend he had ever had.

"Good morning honey! " I said and kissed him.

I went out of the bed and he put a scarf over my eyes and walked slowly with me outside. It was terrible not to see. I got really scared until he untied the scarf.

"Surprise!" everybody shouted. Everybody was there. Charlie junior, Billy junior, René junior, Isabelle and Jackie were there with their families.

They had come all the way to LaPush to see me. They had tied "Happy Birthday" and "Happy Anniversary" ribbons everywhere and there was a big brunch table and beautiful white chairs around it. It looked beautiful. It was the best birthday present in the world.

We ate brunch and talked and had fun. I got a present from my grandchildren. Jake was really good at finding a way to give me presents. He knew that I couldn't tell my grandchildren that I didn't want a birthday present. They gave me a necklace that was beautiful but it had broken on the way over here. My grandchildren were very sad but I smiled and say that now I had a good reason to go to town and do some shopping, because I could get the necklace fixed in town. My family stayed with me the whole day! They didn't leave until nine o'clock. When they left Jake and I went inside and he handed me a present.

"Oh, Jake you know I don't want you to buy me anything!" I said to him.

"I know, I didn't buy it," he told me. "I made it myself."

I opened the present and there was a bracelet. It was beautiful! The chain was made of silver, it was about a half centimetre thick and it was wavy. There was a big heart made of glass on the bracelet and on the heart it stood B and J and there was a little red heart between the B and the J.

"Jake, it's beautiful!" I said. "Did you really make this yourself?"

"Almost!" he told me. "I bought the heart but I painted the letters and the heart on it and I bought the chain but I made it wavy. Bella, you have to read the card."

When I looked inside the box where the bracelet had been I saw a small card.

Dear Bella!

Happy 80th birthday and happy 50th anniversary!

We've loved each other for 63 years and I hope we get many more happy years together.

This bracelet is supposed to symbolise our love. Even though the heart is made out of glass it won't break because it symbolises our love that will never break, it will last forever.

I love you so much!

Jake

"Thank you Jake!" I said and kissed him. He kissed me back.

"You will have to wear it every day for as long as you love me!" Jake told me. Then we kissed and went to bed.

Chapter 2

I was 80 years old and one day. Terrible. I used to be 79, that didn't seem as old as 80. At least I had a husband who cared about me and beautiful kids and grandchildren. I reminded myself that I always felt old every ten years because there was one year every ten years that I seemed so much older than Jake. When I was 80 and he was 79, when I was 70 and he 69, when I was 60 and he 59, when I was 50 and he 49, when I was 40 and he 39, when I was 30 and he 29 and when I was 20 and he 19. I wished that we had been born the same day. Then we wouldn't have this problem.

I had decided to go to the mall in Forks today to fix the necklace I had gotten from my grandchildren. I decided to go to a bookstore while I waited for the necklace to be fixed. I saw a book about vampires in the store. I started reading. It was really weird that since I moved to Forks I had been obsessed with vampires. Every time I found a book about vampires I read it, I watch all movies about vampires. This obsession didn't stop when I got older, like I had thought it would. It just increased. I had tried to make this just seem like an interest when Jake, my kids or my grandkids were close but it was much more than an interest. I had been dreaming about meeting a vampire, even though it would probably kill me and every time I slept with Jake or kissed him I was fantasying about sleeping with or kissing vampires. I loved Jake very much and I had never looked at any other man since I met him, vampires were just so different. It couldn't hurt to fantasy about them. It wasn't like they were real or something. They were just fictional. They were just something people had made up to scare each other. I didn't think vampires were scary. I wanted a vampire to kill me because I think that would be the most fun way to die. I would die someday and I was already 80 so there wouldn't be a very long time until I would die. I would have gotten everything I had ever dreamed about and would die happy if a vampire would kill me or if I would just meet a vampire, it wouldn't even have to talk to me. I just want to see a vampire. They are so fascinating.

Chapter 3

I had bought the book about vampires and there was only ten minutes until my necklace should be fixed so I started walking towards the shop. I was walking when I stepped on a soda can and fell down. I tried to stand up but I couldn't. Suddenly the most beautiful man I have ever seen stood in front of me. He helped me to stand up. Then I had only seen his feet but they were so perfect that I knew that this was the world's most beautiful man. When I was standing I saw his face. I thought I would pass out. How could anything possibly be so beautiful? His hair was golden brown with a red tone in it; it was tousled but still perfect. His skin was perfect, it was white and the colour wasn't uneven he had no acne even though he seemed to be around seventeen. His eyes were golden brown and his eyelashes were thick and long. I could describe him forever. There weren't any words to describe him. No word was strong enough to describe how beautiful he was. The only bad thing about him was that he stared at me like I had just kicked him or done something to anger him.

"Can you walk?" he asked me. His voice melted everything inside me. It sounded like velvet and melted chocolate. I wished he would have talked for hours. I didn't care about what he would talk. He could have talked about something really boring. I just could never get tired of hearing his voice.

"No, I think I broke my leg," I told him. I had felt like my leg was broken until he came. I had stopped feeling pain. The only thing in my mind was he.

"Come on you have to go to the hospital," he said and carried me to his car. It was a beautiful silver Volvo. He still looked like he was mad at me. I sat next to him in the front seat. It was wonderful to sit here with him. I had never felt like this before. It was like I had a million butterflies in my stomach. He was so beautiful.

Suddenly I remembered Jake. I had been too busy admiring this wonderful young boy to think about my Jake. I looked at the bracelet he had got me. It was broken. I had lost the J, the heart and a part of the B when it broke. Now it was half a heart and looked like an E. I couldn't think about Jake anymore when I was sitting next to this beautiful, perfect boy.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Edward Cullen!" he answered. Oh my God! His voice sounded so amazing, so wonderful and so perfect! His name was also beautiful. Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. I had never heard such a beautiful name. Edward Cullen.

Bella! Stop being silly! I told myself. He is a teenager and you are 80 years old and one day. You don't love him. You don't like him. You love Jake. You love Jacob Black. I tried to tell myself that but I just couldn't. I couldn't lie to myself. Of course I loved Jake but even though I didn't know Edward Cullen I loved him so much more that it cannot be real love that I felt with Jake. Maybe it wasn't my destiny to be with Jake. Maybe it was my destiny to feel real love before I die, even though I would never be able to be that person's girlfriend. He was just so wonderful! Edward Cullen! It was probably my destiny to meet him. I looked at my bracelet and saw the E. E like in Edward. Now I was sure it was my destiny to meet him.

"I...I'm Bella" I told him. I thought he should know my name. He probably would never remember it but I just had to tell him. Now we were a lot closer.

Edward drove me to the hospital and didn't say anything. He looked like he was mad at me the whole time but I didn't care. I felt so wonderful around him. I had never felt so great, so wonderful and so amazing!

Chapter 4

I was used to go to a hospital in LaPush but Edward drove me to a hospital in Forks. A very handsome doctor took care of my foot. If I had not seen Edward this doctor would have been the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Edward said that this doctor was his father. They didn't look alike even though they were both impossibly beautiful.

"Carlisle, could you talk to me over there?" Edward asked his father. "Now!"

"What's wrong Edward?" he asked while he walked outside the room.

They didn't come back for a long time but when they finally came again inside the doctor couldn't look me in the eyes. Before he had looked me in the eyes always when he asked me something but after his chat with Edward he never looked me in the eyes and never in the face. It was weird. I didn't know what I had done to him. I decided not to let that bother me. I continued to stare at Edward and doing my best to remember every single part of him, even the length of his shirts sleeves. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, the most beautiful person in the world.

Edward started to walk towards me. I told myself that he was only walking towards to the doctor, which he called Carlisle. But he was looking at me. He stopped right in front of the bed I was lying in, he looked worried. I didn't know what was worrying him so much but I knew there was something he was worried about because he had wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes that he hadn't had earlier. I thought to myself that he probably was worrying about the same thing as Carlisle but I didn't know what that was. I hated when I didn't know what other people were talking about, laughing about or worrying about. I thought that would grow off me when I would get older but it hasn't.

-"Bella how old are you?" Edward asked me. Oh my! His voice was even more beautiful than I had remembered. I was so focused on his velvet, smooth, perfect voice that I didn't listen to what he was asking.

-"What were you saying?" I asked him. He got even more worried when I asked him that question, I don't know why.

-"I asked you how old you were Bella," he told me. Why was he asking me how old I was? Did it mean anything? Did he like me? Why was I thinking like that? Of course he didn't like me, his father was a doctor. He was just asking me as a doctor asks a patient.

-"I'm seventy-nine...," I said. "And 366 days." I couldn't say eighty. It sounded so terrible.

I hated to get older. I wanted to be seventeen my whole life. I didn't like how I got older and older. Jake was always telling me that I looked more beautiful each minute but of course he would say that. I always told him that he was the world's most beautiful man and would get more and more beautiful each minute if it would be possible. Now I knew that I would never be able to say that to him again without lying and he always knew when I was lying. He wasn't the most beautiful man in the world and not even the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He would be in third place, after Edward and the doctor. I felt so silly to be thinking like this. I was eighty years old and he was probably just a teenager.

-"How old are you?" I asked him.

-"I'm seventeen!" he answered.

Just to hear his voice again made me not care about his answer. I felt like I felt when I fell in love with Jake but this feeling was one hundred times stronger. It was so strong and so powerful that if I had been standing I probably wouldn't have been able to stand, my legs felt like spaghetti. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way. Edward was only seventeen! I was 63 years older than him. That is like three people who can drink alcohol older than him. That just sounded gross. I wanted to make myself feel better.

-"I think your eyes show that your soul is older than seventeen," I told him. It was true but I just said it to make myself feel better and not hate myself as much because I was in love with a boy who was 63 years older than me.

-"I know, I don't feel like a seventeen year old," he told me. "I feel like I don't have any specific age. I actually think your eyes show that your soul is younger than seventy-nine and 366 days." He smiled to me. I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks. I hoped he didn't see me blushing.

-"Thanks!" I said and smiled back to him even though I knew the smile wasn't close to be as charming as Edwards. "It's very nice of you to say that."