This is my first fanfic, please, be gentle, if you hate it let me know. I wont beg for reviews, but they would be apprciated.
This is about a forgotten past, a forgotten love. Its a story about how far you will go to be with the one your hearts aches for, even wait 90 years. Edwards story untold story.
T for future language, suicide references, possible rape (I haven't decided yet), possible drugs, Alcohol, domestic violence, and sexual references.
At the moment all I own is the plot. I will own a few characters later on.
Enjoy!
xoxo -- Sam :]]
I've never dwelled upon it much- the things that I just could not recall after the change. Carlisle did question if I remembered "her" once I awoken. I had no recollection of who "her" was, nor did I care to find out. I declared that there must be a reason as to why I have forgotten her, that it must make it easier being what I am. I remembered enough of my human years, my mother, my father, my aristocrat life; all of it stayed in my memories.
Now I can not help but sigh as I ponder these once forgotten thoughts, or as to why I am reciting the events in my mind. Bella- My Bella, my heart, my soul, my reason for living, she is why these thoughts haunt my restless night. I proposed to Bella last night, in a short few months she will be Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen-Cullen. Though, my heart is swelling from happiness I cannot shake this feeling, the feeling that something is not right. My thoughts continued until I noticed a faint, depressing melody, seemingly familiar. The tune consisted of a piano, harp, flutes, something that reminds me of a tune in my long, forgotten, fuzzy human years.
"What was that?" I exclaimed, as I my ponderings were disturbed.
"What was what, my dear brother?" Alice, my pixie-like sister, questioned as she happily bounced into my room.
"Do you not hear it, Alice?"
"Hear what?"
"That melody…" I trailed off.
"Edward are you feeling alright? Do you need me to retrieve Carlisle?"
"No- no, Alice, don't. I'll be fine."
"Alright, you sure?" She asked, with questioning eyes.
"Yes Alice." I sighed, while pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Why aren't you with Bella tonight? I know how much you hate being apart from her."
"There's just some things on my mind."
"You're not getting cold feet already are you?"
I laughed, "No, nothing like that."
"Ok" she chirped as she bounced out of my room.
Once again I was left to my thoughts. That melody sounded so familiar, why can't I place it. I wonder if it is time to ask Carlisle about the things I can't recall. He would know. That's what I'm going to do, I'm going to ask Carlisle.
Like? Hate? Let me know, if its horrid I'll quit writing it.
Oh and the song will appear again, later chapters I will go in depth about it. And I will tell you what song it is. I don't own that either.