Hello old fans and new fans!
I've had this story in my head for quite some time, but I could never it it happy. So I finally came to a conclusion...screw happiness! It's a good story, but there's no way to make you smile when you finish it. Please don't click off this story until you read it. It's fairly short so it won't take a lot of your time.

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(time of story: after Breaking Dawn) (Edward's POV) (italics are thoughts)

Old Memories

"Bella, I promise I won't be longer than a month. I'll set everything up and then come back for you." I tried again.

Bella didn't like the idea of letting me go alone or living like real vampires. I didn't care too much for the idea either, but the opportunity to go to this school was impossible to pass up. Carlisle was proud of me wanting to become a doctor like him. A couple years in Chicago couldn't hurt. Besides, I was curious to see my old city. To see if I would recognize anything. It was far-fetched, I'll admit, but I still wanted to go. Bella's face was twisted into a scowl.

"You don't have to come. You can stay with Carlisle and Esme while I'm in Chicago." I tried to persuade her otherwise.

Her scowl turned to fear. "No! I mean, I'd rather live like a vampire--only coming out at night--than live without you. I don't even like this month separation, but I'll survive."

I nodded, not wanting to push it any farther. "In that case, I will see you in one month. Goodbye, my love. Take care and I'll hurry as fast as I can." I kissed her passionately.

You guys act like we're no even here. Rosalie thought sarcastically.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. Everyone was standing by the door waiting to say goodbye. Rosalie and Emmett were first. Emmett pulled me into a bear hug.

"It'll be nice having my thoughts to myself, for once!" He laughed. I'll miss you buddy. I'll come visit as soon as I can.

I stared in horror. "That's okay! I'll come visit you instead."

Rosalie hugged me next. Who am I supposed to annoy now?

"Maybe Jasper." I hinted. Her thoughts were immediately on ways to go about that. Jasper looked nervously at Rose. He felt my mischievous mood and Rosalie's turned the same.

Alice was happy for some reason, but she kept reciting the Greek alphabet. I growled low and playful. She winked at me and moved onto an Italian song.

Esme grabbed me next. I'll miss you. Please come home and visit as soon as you can, okay? If not then I'll send Emmett.

"Okay," I answered.

Carlisle was last. "Are you sure this is what you want? You're not doing this just to make me happy, right?"

I smiled warmly. "I want to. Once I get my doctorate, I can go to all the third world countries and help. I know you're proud of me no matter what I do. This is for me." I convinced him.

He shook my hand and helped me with the last of my bags. After a few last goodbyes, I was on my way. It didn't take long to get there going my speed; it was dark by the time I found my apartment. I heard the old man sleeping inside so I decided to wait until morning to before I officially arrived. I could see clouds forming in the sky; Alice guaranteed rain tomorrow.

A bar was open a couple blocks down the road. I made my way through the sleeping city. A girl in her early 20s was cleaning the tables. She glanced up when she heard me. Her thoughts went completely blank when she saw me. The only thing on her mind was a picture of me. An old yellow photo. Her hand automatically went to her neck. Did she know what I was? I didn't see anything to say for sure. The only thing on her mind was that picture of me.

I didn't realize I was standing in the doorway until she moved to the counter. I nodded a hello in her direction and sat down.

"Can I help you with anything?" She asked politely.

"No thank you," I replied, fidgeting with a peanut.

She continued wiping tables quietly. She kept thinking about that photo. Finally she walked up to me.

"Hello, I'm Lisa. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." Her smile was warm and friendly.

I froze. "Finally meet me? Should I know who you are?" She looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't know how. Her thoughts didn't help at all.

She laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Lisa Monroe. You knew my grandma, Claire Whitaker."

She reached for her throat again, but not for the reason I thought. She had a locket on. My eyes widened. I remember this locket. I gave it to a girl I knew when I was human. Lisa opened it to show me a picture. One was of me; the one in her mind. The other was of Claire, age 13.

I know it's short, but the next chapter gets good.

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