While You Loved Me
Author's Note: It's been a while since I wrote anything on here but I figured I would start with something I have been thinking about doing for a long time now. The title is based on the song by my favorite group Rascal Flatts. The main part of the song that I think plays a major role in this story is the chorus.
"I was born the day you kissed me,
And I died inside the night you left me,
But I lived, oh how I lived,
While you loved me."
The plot to this story should sound familiar but it is one of my favorite novels/movies ever and I've been wanting to do this for a while. I was just having trouble figuring out who I wanted to play what part. This story has a non-cannon pairing for the most part but there will be parts with some cannon pairing, don't expect it to stay that way Let's face it, I kind of like non-cannon pairings personally.
Plot: Isabella Swan grew up a very privileged life to a wealthy southern family, Emmett McCarty was not so fortunate and worked for everything he ever had and grew up with a single father in Tennessee. One Summer they meet through mutual friends while her family is vacationing in their Summer home in Gaitlinburg. After spending a wonderful summer together they go their separate ways. What happens next?
If this sounds familiar it's because it is based on "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks only I have changed the location and the characters. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything related to it, that honor belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I also don't own the Notebook, the story to which this is based on and sometimes quoted, that honor is bestowed upon my fellow North Carolinian Nicholas Sparks. The title is also not mine, it belongs to Rascal Flatts, as it's a name of one of their earlier songs. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is not in any way intended to offend or upset anyone. If you have a problem with non-cannon pairings, OOC characters, sexual situations, scenes of violence, etc, please turn back now.
Enough with the long Intro Author's note, I promise I will not make any this long in the future.
Prologue- Present Day
Unknown Male POV
I am nothing special, this much is true. I am a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated in my honor, and my name will soon be forgotten. But I have loved with all of my heart and soul and, to me, that has always been enough.
The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire deep within our hearts and brings peace to our minds. I had a love like that once but behind every great love is a great story.
I sit in this retirement home as I have for many years telling this story to one of the sweetest ladies that I have ever met, one who does not even know my name the next day due to the illness that eats away at her memories. Everyone asks me why I keep going back but I always tell them it gives me something to do, something to pass the final moments of my life. Today was like any other day.
"Miss Isabella, there's someone here to read to you." Jessica, the sweet nurse at the home, said as we got to her room.
"Read to me?" the elderly lady, who preferred to be called Bella though she doesn't remember, asked.
"Yes ma'am, his name is Junior. I think you'll like him, he's real sweet." Jessica said.
"Oh, I don't know." She replied bashfully.
"Just listen for a while, Miss Isabella. If you don't like his story you can always send him away." Jessica said with a smile.
"Um…well ok." She said with a small smile.
I stepped into the room and smiled at the beautiful lady standing in front of me, glad that she agreed to let me read to her as she always did. I lead Isabella to the bay window seat and we sat down with me facing her.
"How are you today Miss Isabella?" I asked trying to get her comfortable with me all over again, a process I had become used to lately.
"I'm fine, I suppose." She replied shyly "I'm sorry that I am having trouble placing you Mr. Junior."
"Just Junior is fine, dear" I said with a smile and she smiled back. "So where were we the last time I came?" I added more to myself than to her. I opened the notebook that I had been reading to her out of to the first page. "That's right. It was the night of the carnival, the night they first met."
"Who?" she asked, obviously confused.
"Bella and Emmett." I said softly.
"The names sound vaguely familiar, continue please." She said.
"Bella came to the carnival with her best friend, Alice." I began, reciting the story from memory as I had read it so much. I felt myself drifting into the story.