Just thought I would try this, it's been running through my imagination for awhile.
Thank you to my beta, CarlisleCullen1645, who agreed to put up with me.
Disclaimer: It isn't mine.
I stumbled upon the letter when I cleaned out my bedroom, the red ribbon was still sealed around it. I remember stealing it from you as we chased each other. I held it in my hands, letting your scent over take me as I remembered how we used to sneak out at night to join the other children.
The fabric was old, pristine and I unfolded it carefully, the paper inside had worn away and was barely eligible. But I already memorize what it said.
Dear my sweet Carlisle,
It's been a year now, I write this under the cover of night, if Malcolm knew I would surely be thrown in with the horses.
I dream of you every time, I still have confidence that one day we will be reunited. Remember when my mother and father caught us as we sneaked out that chilly October evening? We still found a way to be together, and I'm sure that this will happen now.
I miss you, I always wish that it was you who would hold me as I sleep. The last thought when I fall into the abyss of slumber is you, and the first thought in the morning is you. Do you think of me often? I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't.
Do you have a family now? For it's been too long, and I haven't heard any news of you. I still worry that you'll be hurt, or that you've already forgotten me. But I know that's not true. After all of those times spent together, I probably took up most of your young childhood.
I'm sorry, but I have to end this letter short, the sun is about to rise and I must make breakfast. But remember that it is you who I wish was here, would reassure me, would hold me, and would marry me like you decreed.
Love always,
Isabella Swan
My fingers stiffened around the fragile paper, leaving prints as I began to regret my unfortunate decision. I dropped it onto my desk, my eyes never leaving it. I caressed it softly, worriedly as I realized that this was my last piece of forever.
Thinking of you, I jumped from my stupor.
The doorbell rang.
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Should I continue?
