Glory, At Its Finest
Prologue: Departure
"Edward, you don't have to go." She coaxed him, not wanting him to go. She wanted him to stand by her side, and never to leave it, however, that wouldn't stop him.
"Bells, listen, I have to." He gripped onto her wrists lightly to stop her from tugging on his shirt. Her fingers curled inward and she leaned inward to him. He was so tall; she had to look up at him by tilting her head. Tears bristled at her eyes, she didn't want him to go, despite how long everyone insisted it would take. She didn't want to doubt them, but she couldn't help but feel that what they were saying was far from true.
"Bells, I have to go. I'm already enlisted, besides, I'll be back by Christmas, you'll see." He tried to reassure her, instead, however, he got another worry crease in-between her eyebrows and a small frown to embrace her delicate face.
"Edward…" She pleaded; he shook his head and smiled softly at her.
"When I get back we'll get married, alright? What do you think? We'll have a Wedding in snow! Come on Bells, cheer up." He knew he was winning, he knew that her resolve was already wavering; he would go, then again, he had to go now, even though the look on her face completely broke his heart.
"I would blend in. White dress, white skin, I'll blend right in with the snow." She joked, though her tone sounded more like she was on the verge of tears. Edward smiled at her attempt, and then sighed, before pulling her small frame into his embrace. She wove her fingers into the cloth of his new uniform – he did look sharp, and handsome, and oh, god she didn't want him to go! She finally allowed the tears to flow from her eyes and into the material of his new uniform. She didn't sob, but merely cried, tears running down her face, but no sound from leaving her.
"I'll come back Bells, I promise." He whispered into her ear. This caused her to worm her arms to his back, and grip tightly.
"If I fall, who'll be there to catch me?" She asked, her eyes burning with the liquid. "If I trip over my own feet, or break something, who'll catch me when you're gone?" She asked. Edward deflated, he was trying not to make this a tearful goodbye, he would come back to her, of course he would. He wouldn't even be gone for six months, he would be gone for less! He would bring glory to their family name, and he would fight to keep her safe. Really, what damn did he give for his country if she was no longer alive?
"Jasper is going as well, Bella, you and Alice can be together all the time." He whispered to her. Bella shook her head.
"Alice and I spend all day together anyway, who I'll miss is you." She muttered into his chest. Edward knew his time was running out, so, regretfully, he pulled himself away from his fiancée's tight grip, before bending down to kiss her fiercely, she, melting into him, brought her hands up to his hair and entangled her fingers into it. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her in.
Regretfully, he had to pull away, and as he did so, he simultaneously pushed her away so that she wouldn't cling onto him. He loved her, but he had a duty, and he needed to leave.
Bella hung onto the doorway as Edward picked up his belongings, along with whatever else he had, and walked down to the street in front of their house, and got in the car. As he did, she watched the door close, and Edward to glance at her as the vehicle was pulled away.
Her eyes followed the vehicle as it turned the corner, and out of sight. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the door with all the strength she had, and continued to stare. She knew, without a doubt, that Edward would keep his promise to her, he would come back, and she just hoped that he was alive when he did.
Sighing, she stood up straighter and on her face was the look of determination, she was going to make Edward proud, she was going to live her life like he had told her to, and patiently wait for his return. In the mean time however, she had to force herself to step back inside from where she staggered out in a blind attempt to follow him, and close the door.
The wood felt odd in her fingertips, as she shut the white door. Her fingers trailed along the wood, feeling the cracks before she finally groaned and slumped into it, her forehead hitting the wood with a small 'thud'.
"Edward, you better come back to me," She breathed out, then in, and then made a promise to herself, "Or I'm going to come and get you myself." She whispered, the door absorbing the words, and the promise, a forever mark of a turning point.
This is simply the prologue, and note, that the other chapters will me much longer. In my history class, we're going over World War 1, so, in order to help me out with a project of mine, I decided to write this. This story starts in the year 1914, and both Edward and Bella are British, because the americans came too late in the war for my liking, and the Canadians didn't get letters often enough from those back home. I am canadian, so I use the queen's language, don't bug me about it. Now, tell me what you think!