I got inspired when I saw the trailer. I never seen the movie yet but I guess I had an urge to write. Review :). I've never seen a fanfic like this before, I think. I never stumbled upon one. This is my second story. My first one is Promise, I'll be there. I hope you check that one out :D.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I just wish I did. lol xD.

They say time heals all wounds. They say that as time goes by, the pain would eventually lessen. Yes, that is true and I agree that all you need for healing is time. It is one thing I wished I had.

My name is Edward Cullen and this is my story.

I was newly but happily married to the love of my life, my only girl, my Bella. She has the warmest brown eyes that I've ever seen. Her hair is soft and her scent, wow! No perfume in the world could match her. She reminds me of roses, especially freesia. She has the sweetest smile that would melt me in seconds. I thought that I had everything but I now, I blame myself for saying that so soon. I jinxed myself from my own happiness. I regret it.

I close my eyes and I could still hear her musical laughter that filled my ears. I felt a tear trickle as I write down in this journal. I just hope I won't lose this tomorrow. I never thought this would happen to me. The idea never entered in my mind in the first place.

I now write in this journal to prove my sanity. I could not ask for anyone's help. They would just say that I'm crazy. Trust me, I've been there and done that. At first I tried to tell them but now I knew it would just erase all of them. This journal is my only confidant.

I thought that the day would just be like the other days in my life. I forced every corner of my memory to remember that day, that day that brought me here. That day that gave me no future, no time, no change and no satisfaction.

We were walking along the sidewalk. We held each other's hand, we talked about everything. Nothing in particular really, our topics would just eventually pop up. That is one of the things I love about Bella, she's spontaneous. I was surprised to see a man out of nowhere. I put my arm around her to move her slightly backward, to protect her from the stranger really. He was old. His hair was white and his skin is wrinkled. He was wearing a long black robe. I find it extremely weird that he chose that kind of outfit and he was walking along the city sidewalk. Halloween is too far to be dressing up for it. That wasn't the most extraordinary feature that I have seen, his eyes really got into me. It was full of pity and sadness yet it has the most beautiful color, emerald green and it was gleaming. To my surprise, he took my hand and placed something cold. I jumped. I looked at the object he placed in my hand, it was an antique pocket watch. I looked back to face him but he was gone.

I stared at my hand when I felt something warm around my waist. Her chin was on my shoulder, she was also appreciating the beauty of the watch.

Si saprĂ  solo col tempo.

Bella read it in perfect Italian. There was an engraving? I haven't noticed it. The beautiful script was carefully written on its cover.

"Only time would tell? What does that mean?" She sounded amused. She took the pocket watch from my hand.

"Beautiful!" She mused. She was mesmerized by its beauty.

"It's nothing compared to you love." I wrapped my arms around her. She giggled. I will miss that.

I continued on. "Only time would tell? Why is it given to me? I guess I should find that man…"

"I think you should keep it. The man gave it to you." I could see that the magic of the watch has already captured her.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Why would I need it?"

She shrugged and smiled. She's so unfair! Now I know why I always lose in our arguments and why she always wins with her whims. She looked so angelic. It would break my heart to see her frown.

But now, I know why that watch has been given to me. Grief washed my heart. Loneliness filled my soul if I had some parts of left. I regret that I've ever asked that question.

I wished I never did.

So, whaddya think? Suggestions, comments and criticisms are accepted.

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