Okay so first ever published FF, to be honest, absolutely no idea what I'm doing, but no harm in trying.

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Will take the time to warn you. Unfortunately never had the chance to visit Skopelos. I've done my research but if something is wrong people don't hate me!

Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just enjoying proding and poking them. Especially Edward. Mmm.

In the Aegean Sea to the south of Thessalonika, sit's an archipelago of islands. Islands known as The Sporades. Situated south-east of Volos, Greece. The Sporades consist of 24 islands all together with only five inhabited; Skiathos, Skopelos, Alonissos, Peristera and Skyros.

The largest of the islands is Skopelos, but is still very small. At just 10 and half miles in length, and only 5 miles at its widest point. The Island is spilt, by two mountains; Mouth Delphi, to the north, also the highest of the two, and Mouth Palouki, to the south. Between the valley of the mountains are the flattest of the island.

Skopelos has only a hand full of towns, dominated by the largest settlement, Skopelos Town. Located to east of the island. Skopelos Town is very much the same as it always has been. Surrounded by mulberry trees, pine and beauty that would not be believable unless seen in person.

The Town has numerous café's and restaurants surrounding the harbour with all size boats, from small fishing paddle boats to grand luxurious yachts mooring at its docks.

There are many beauties of the Town. The sea, and how you can see your reflection staring back at you. The buildings, and how white as snow they all are, but all having their our distinctive feature that sets them apart. Most houses still having the original chimneys, and belfries.

The island preserves its natural beauty. It's full of all this original character. it's a place to relax, a place to witness beauty, peace and history, without the havoc of extreme nightlife. There are rules, people coming to Skopelos to party hard, or have any intentions of bringing chaos to the island wouldn't be welcomed. The maintaining of the natural exquisiteness and character means more than anything to the islands residents.

This would explain why in old Skopelos town the only means of transport is on Donkey, mull or good old fashioned walking. But with all the quaint little streets and houses with so much charm it would be a shame to miss out just because car is so much faster to travel and easier than walking.

To the west of the island is where my story began. In the small picturesque town of Panormos. The town best known for its amazing sunset. You can see the shades of vibrant colours it turns the sky, from maroon, to candyfloss pink, to yellow than burned so vivid that if it was possible to touch or smell you imagined it would have the perfume of citrus, and it would taste like the bitterness of lemons on your tongue, but as it leaves your mouth and trickles down your throat it leaves you feeling refreshed. Enough to quench your thirst.

Panormos is also known for its white pebbled beaches and crystal clear waters. Banks of the most luscious green you will every set your eyes one. And trees. Trees that had so much life. So much story in them. You would never imagine it would be possible for trees to love, but as I look up from my piece of parchment I squint against the sun and allowed my eyes to adjust before I could permit them to look upon the two trees before me.

To some peoples eyes you may think the trees were dead, but that couldn't be so far from the truth. They were as white as ash, with no evidence of there every being leaves growing on the deformed brittle branches. But that wasn't what I found fascinating. No, the thing that lures me in is how the two trees sit. How they have grown, side by side. The trunks and how they twist and turn with one another, how their branches wind around each other as if they were hugging. I look upon them now and there is not one twig that grows causing to poke the other. Almost as if too afraid to hurt each other.

It would be obvious that the trees began there life together. But even thought the one to the back has been deprived of sunlight from the shading of the other, it still grows larger, and more robust. It was simple to see that, if trees had genders he would be male, and the other that he had his branches around protectively was female, much more delicate. And they will never be apart. Spending eternity wrapped up in each other.

I was no great believer in any religion or think often about the objects and nature around us and the lives they lead, but as I look upon the two trees, I couldn't help think that. I also couldn't help feeling envious. To never have to be apart from the person you love. To have that protection. To never have to worry about another tree coming along and ruining it all.

I sighed to myself. They were just trees, and I was fantasizing again. My mom is always telling me my mind can run away with me.

Turning my attention away from the trees, I look back to the letter on my lap, back up to the white sands of the beach and the ocean washing itself up against the shore.

Everything seemed to have its partner in life. The sea and sand. The blazes of grass and its earth. The parchment and its pen. It was so easy, yet for humans, its not so easy. Some people spend their lives looking for their right partner. Some die spending their lives loving one person, some multiple, and others not at all.

For me, once upon a time I didn't believe in destiny or soul mates. Then he walked into my life. He held me, protected me and said he loved me. And for four whole weeks I believed in destiny, fate. I believe there was just one person out there for everyone. But then he left. And he took everything with him. He took my beliefs, my hopes, even my dreams. And still six years on, I feel the ache. I feel the sense of loss. And even though I am surrounded by beauty and many people I love, there would always be an emptiness. An emptiness he filled and then stole away. But that was life, and you had to keep going. I was just a teenage girl, living in a fantasy. A dream world. Fairy tales aren't real. Sooner or later they turn into nightmares. Then pain, then sadness. After a while, its an ache. An ache you have to learn to live with and bury. Else it will take over your life. Harping on the past, the what if's?. Its not going to change what happened, or that you'll never have that wholeness again. You have to move on. And its taken six years for me to realize that. Now, I'm going to stop dwelling and live my life. He would always be in it one way or another, because he did leave one thing behind when he left. A piece of him. I pretty large piece actually. And that piece he left behind turned out to be the most important thing in my life.

I looked back to the letter fluttering against my hand in the mild sea breeze and places the pen nib to the paper and finished the letter in my loose, messy scroll.

"Goodbye.

Love Bella"

My heart clenched, a familiar twinge I was used to every time I thought of him. Yet this time was different. I was saying goodbye, and this time I wrote to him would be the last. It was the last time I would allow myself to think what if. I'd never forget him or stop caring. I just needed to move on.

So like every other time, I places a single kiss on the scroll before folding the piece of paper perfectly, one single tear tumbling down my cheek, falling onto the parchment and watched it through. I quickly wiped the trail the tear had left behind before taking a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty sea air.

"Have you finished sweetheart?"

"Nearly" replied the sweetest voice. A voice coating in honeysuckle.

I shifted from where I sat to sit at her side and ran my hand down her long waves that shone the most remarkable shades in the sun. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and twisted my neck to see the picture she was so enthralled with, as she finished adding her final touches.

"All done" She announced and held out the piece of paper, admiring her masterpiece.

"Going to let me have a proper look?" I asked, and she simply nodded and brought the picture back close to her and then held it up right in front of my face.

"Its me and Daddy."

"Mmmhmm, I see that. And what are you and daddy doing?" I asked smiling and taking the picture in my own hands, to look at it properly, feeling a familiar twinge in my chest.

"Well this is me" She pointed and I nodded. "And this is Daddy making my leg better when I fell yesterday. Do you think he'll like it?" she asked and looked up at me with so much hope in her eyes, and through the ache I managed a smile.

"He's going to love it, Sweetheart" I lied.

I wasn't lying because he wouldn't like it. I was lying because he would never see it.

I'd done selfish things in my life. But this lie, the one I had told my daughter would surely cause her to hate me if she knew.

When Ellie was born, I'd promised myself that I would provide her everything she needed. I would love her and protect with my life. And that's how this story came able.

One day last year, Ellie and I had gone to met up with my friend Jacob. Jacob owned and ran a bar down at the bay and I'd known him for most of my life, ever since moving to Skopelos when I was 11. We'd always been best friends, and always would even thought we had our differences. At this point Ellie hadn't asked or known anything about her father, and I had wanted to keep it that way. But one day she'd just came up and asked me, and I hadn't known what to say. I had asked Jacob's advice on the day of the trip. He had always resented Ellie's father, maybe it was because he was the one that found me when he'd left. Maybe it was because I'd declined his advances, because of my love for another guy. He'd told me to tell the truth, and that he was a lying, cheating, scumbag, who cared for nobody for himself. He had said it out of dislike, and would never want me to tell Ellie such a thing, but unfortunately Ellie had over heard.

You never liked seeing your child cry. Ellie didn't cry very often. She was strong. Stronger than I could ever be. But in that moment, I had ever seen so much sadness on her face and the tears came flooding.

I'd been so heartbroken from seeing the turmoil Ellie was in, and yet I had felt so much anger towards Jacob. Even through his persistent attempts to apologizing, I couldn't see through it and I left with a sobbing Ellie right away.

When we'd gotten home, Ellie was still crying and through her tears she asked me if her Father hated her. I couldn't bare to tell her the truth. I couldn't crush her heart anymore than it already had, so I lied. I told her that her father loved and missed her very much. But that he had a very important job on the other side of the world. I told her he was a doctor and he was away from her because he had to save lives. I told her that maybe one day when she was older she might meet him. That part could happen I suppose, I wasn't too fond of the idea, but if she decided to do that when she was old enough, then I would stand by and support her.

With all this new information, her tears had stopped. Her little brown eyes were still blood shot, but there was a light in them again. A glimmer of hope, and also excitement.

She asked me questions of plentiful, from what he looked like. If she looked like him. Where he lived. If he would ever come visit. Whose life he'd saved. I answered them all with as much truth I could offer, until she asked one final question. Could she write to him?

At this time I'd been writing my letters since just after she was born. And as she had looked up at me, so much pleading in her eyes, I couldn't say no. So I told her that it was a perfect idea and he was sure to love it. She never asked why he never replied. She was just happy writing to him and drawing him pictures. We would take a little trip down to a little cove just around the panormos point, once or twice in two months and we would sit looking out onto the ocean, under the lover trees and write our letters.

Over night, he became her hero, and she'd never even met him.

The day after finding out about her father Ellie told everyone. She told them about how her father lived in America, and how important he was. How he committed his life to save others. She ever got a little carried away and told everyone that he worked for the great President of the United States.

Everyone humoured her, and would ask her questions and praise him. Apart from the two people who knew the truth. Jacob, and my mother.

Renee had been angry to hear of the stories I'd told her granddaughter about her father. We'd argued and she had called me a liar and that one day Ellie would hate me for it. Deep down I knew it was possible, more than possible, yet I wouldn't allow myself to think it. Even if he wasn't around, my daughter had a father and she loved him and was happy. Right now I wouldn't change that for the world.

My Mother had quickly forgot about it when Phil, her boyfriend had asked her to marry him and two weeks later they were married and jetting off around the world, having not returned since. Receiving post cards from all different and beautiful places in the world. Places I dreamed of maybe going someday, but for now those were just dreams and I had a hotel to run in my mothers absence.

As I said before, I haven't always lived in Skopelos. I was born Isabella Marie Swan on the 13th of September 1986, to Renee and Charlie Swan, in a little town called Forks in Washington. From birth I was never called Isabella, only Bella. Well unless my mother was reprimanding me for something or other. My mother was a housewife, doing small jobs here or there, and my Father was the chief of police in the little town.

When I was six years old my father was killed after a robbery gone wrong. I wasn't old enough to understand the great grieving and tragedy of it all, but I old enough to feel the loss of my father.

My mom couldn't cope after his death, the town held too many bad memories for her so she decided it was time to make a fresh start and we moved to a much sunnier, and urban place.

Phoenix, Arizona.

I had a normal up bringing. My mom didn't let what happened to my father hold us back. She started taking courses, trying to better herself. She always liked to pushed me into activities like Ballet and acting classes. I was useless at both. I had two left feet, and I couldn't lie to save my life. My mother soon gave up on the idea of her daughter being some famous dancer, and allowed me to read my books.

Ever since I can remember I was reading. I read everything from the classics like Austin and the Bronte's to Mary Shelly's, and when there was no classics around I would read one of my moms latest romance novels.

I wrote too, the odd short story. I enjoyed losing myself in another world, drawing all illustrations to a universe I'd created in my head.

I was a good student, as good as any 11 year old child could be. I was always more on the shy side, never out spoken or ill manners. I was just a regular young girl, enjoying her childhood.

Then just after my 11th birthday my mom received a letter. Apparently, her mother, my grandmother who at the time I had never met, had gotten cancer and was slowly dying and was turning to her daughter in her hour of need.

Grandma Marie was born and raised in Skopelos, Greece. She had moved over to America after meeting and falling in love with my grandfather. They married and had a daughter and lived happily until my grandfather died when he was just in his fifties due to a heart attack. Just as my mother had done with my father, my grandmother had needed a fresh start so she moved back to Greece where she lived out the rest of the years in the sun.

Grandmother has died six months after Mom and I had left everything behind for the island. My mom had gotten a job at one of the hotels, while trying to juggle looking after her mother, and also raising a daughter.

Money wasn't something we'd ever had, in America we were just a normal working class family going from day to day. But that all changed when Grandma Marie died.

Unbeknown to anyone she had a small fortune, just sitting doing nothing. And in parts of Greece it is custom that it is the female in the family that inherits. Even through marriage. If a son is to marry, anything that his parents might have to be left in a Will, will be left to the bride. It was opposite to how the US was, or most of the world, but it was tradition. And because of that tradition, my mother inherited the small fortune.

For the next 8 years after moving to Skopelos my mother worked at one of Panormos's grand hotel's. It was only a small town so there were only two hotels at the time. The one my mom worked at, and I myself when I was old enough, was owned by an elderly women, Elma. She became a surrogate mother and grandmother to Mom and I. After her death she had no family of her own apart from us, so once again my mom inherited a fortune. Including the hotel. Throughout this time, my mom had found her calling. It was like she'd been waiting all her life to find something she loved doing and then she went and found it in the hotel business. Even when Elma was alive it was my mother who ran the hotel, and everyone loved her.

With the small fortune left to her by my grandmother she was able to make the hotel her own. And with that grew popularity.

We both had loved Elma, I had found it more upsetting after her death than I had my own biologic Grandmother. Elma had always been very kind to me. Even after finding out about my pregnancy. Mom had been disappointed a first, she was worried it would ruin my life, and thought of me as smart enough to not get pregnant so young. I thought it myself, but its not always true. People make mistakes, and looking back maybe I was young, and let my heart cloud my brain but Ellie could never be a mistake. She was the best thing to ever happen to me.

While mom was disappointed in me, Elma took me under her wing. She told me that everything happened for a reason. I had always been older than my years, and capable of looking after myself. At first I'd had my doubts. I never had any uncertainty on whether I wanted to keep the child growing inside of me. That was never something I had to ask myself. I just doubted my abilities to give the child everything he or she would need. But Elma told me over and over how I'd be an excellent mother, and that a child would be lucky to have a mother with a heart like my own. I still had my worries and I wasn't one for accepting compliments well, but I found that I could believe in myself. Elma stayed at my side all the way through the pregnancy and after the birth. But when Ellie reacted just six months, age started to caught up with Elma. She never complained, she knew her time was coming to an end she just wanted to make the most of it. She had made me promise her that I would give my daughter everything she needed, and told me however hard it may seem never to give up on what I wanted. It was an easy promise to make because I hadn't known what I'd wanted, I still didn't know.

After her death it was upsetting but we'd gotten through the easily. She had done everything she had wanted, and died happy. Now it was just down to us, my mom and I to keep the hotel alive. I can't really take any credit it was my moms doing. We did agree that we would keep it the way Elma wanted it to be but my mom had put her stamp on the place. First of all, Elma always complained about the name and how she'd never liked it but thought it was too much hassle to change so we decided we would do it.

Elma had always said her favourite part about Panormos was the sunset and the time between day and night. Twilight. I would have to agree with her. I had now lived in Skopelos for more than half of my life, and even if I was to leave right now and travel the world twice over I would be sure I wouldn't never see anything as enchanting as Panormos at twilight. So mom and I decided on the name Lykofos. The Greek translation of twilight.

"Come along sweetheart, its time to get back" I ran a hand down my daughters hair once more as the warm breeze begin fanning her locks around her face as it did my own.

We collected our things together and began walking up the narrow, steep pebble path back up to the truck to begin out sort journey back home.

That night after Ellie was tucked tightly in bed, fast asleep, I entered my own room. Even thought the air was still humid, there was a coldness about the room. An emptiness. Something I had chosen to ignore. I clutched the envelope in my hand as my bare feet padded across the cool stone of the floor. My free hand reached out and took a hold of the handle on the large pine wardrobe that stood to the east side of the room.

I pulled the door open an inch at a time to silence the squeak of the old hinges and then pushed myself up onto my tip toes and searched blindly across the very top shelf and right to the back until my fingers grazed across something square and metal.

Stretching myself up as far as my body would allow I took hold of the object and dragged it towards me and once it was to the edge of the shelf I was able to easily lift it into my one hand and carried it over to my bed.

I sat down on the edge and placed the small tin box onto my knee and brought the letters in my other hand and placed it on top. I opened it up and pulled out one of the pieces of paper.

It read;

Dear Daddy,

I miss you so much, momma says you are missing me too. Don't worry daddy I've got an idea for us not to miss each other anymore. When I am old enough I will buy a big boat from the Blo and I will sail it all the way to where you are in the United States of America and we can be together. I hope you like my picture.

Love Ellie XXX

A whimper of a cry broken through my chest. I hoped for her, that maybe one day that could be true, but I knew before that day came I would have to tell her the truth. I couldn't do that yet. I couldn't see her heartbroken again. Not even if it meant lying to her.

I wiped my cheeks and then carefully folded the letter back in half where they was already a crease. I slipped it back into the envelope and quickly sealed it closed. Afraid if I keep it open any longer I would fall to pieces.

My fingers ran around the outside of the tin box, before I slowly lifted it open to reveal its content. Letters stacked high to the brim. I placed the newest envelope to the top. All being addressed to the same person.

Edward Cullen.

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