I don't own anything...While reading Eclipse, the part where Jacob and Bella are talking about if they world was the way it was I started to wonder...Anyways, against my friends wishes I'm going to write a fanfic about it...One chapter will be in Bella's world, the next in Edward's...By the way Edward doesn't die in this fanfic, just gets really sick...So everything is the same, up till the point where I start writing it...and because I love him, the first chapter is in Edwards POV.

After 3 weeks I was finally well enough to leave the hospital. Even though my parents had left the house, and all their possesions to me, I didn't think I could live there alone so I was renting it out to friends and staying with my old family friends. Arthur, Annabelle and their 5 children, Cecilia (17), Byron (15), Hugh (11), Cedric (10) and Arabella (5), who I was quite fond of. Arthur took my bags and placed them in the trunk of his car and Anna patted my hand in a gesture that was meant to comfort me. Few words were exchanged as we drove. Their house was beautiful; a white 3 story with a green roof and a veranda. It had a lush green lawn, hanging pots and shrubs. It was big enough to allow me to have a room to myself.

After all the sorries, welcomes and words of comfort I was left alone to rest in my room, it wasn't as comfortable as my room back home but it was still nice, the only thing I think I would miss was my piano, maybe Arthur would help me bring it here. I laid down on my large double bed for a while, thinking about my life, and mourning for my parents. Just 5 weeks ago we had been a healthy, happy family. The only source of worry for my mother was my choice of profession. I could hear her now, 'Edward, a lawyer is so much safer. You could stay here, start a family. You know Cecilia is interested and you are now both at a marriageable age.' I could see the worry etched in her face, and remembered the stupid anger I felt whenever she said that. She'd tried unsuccessfully to change my mind, but I wanted the glory of a soldier, wanted it with a passion. I would free the oppressed, right the wrong, and people would look up to me with respect. My mother would have seen all the worry was for nothing, and she would be proud of me too.

There was a soft knock at my door. 'Edward can I come in?' Cecilia's soft voice whispered.

'Yes, I suppose.' I called back, getting up to walk to my desk, when she entered I continued. 'But surely it's not in your best interests to be in a mans room unchaperoned, imagine the talk!'

I have to admit, Cecilia was beautiful. Long, dark brown hair with grey-green eyes, full pink lips and pale skin.

'My parents wont mind, and the servants know better than to talk.'

Cecilia and I had always been close, but now that we were older it wasn't considered respectful for us to be alone together, especially in a bedroom.

She continued, 'I wanted to see how you are?'

'Well, I'm good, all things considered.' I smiled softly.

'I don't think I could cope. Is it hard?'

'Very.'

All was quiet for a few moments before she spoke, stammering slightly, as if unsure she should ask. 'D-do you miss them?'

'Of course, everyday and its just the little things I miss. Everyday in the hospital I would wake up expecting my mum to be nursing me, like she did at the start, and everyday I would be sorely disappointed. But I feel, I don't know, sort of...infantile.'

'Why? They're your parents.'

'Yes but I'm an adult why should I need someone to take care of me. Thats what I miss most, my mothers care. I'm a man it shouldn't affect me in such a way.'

'Deep down we're all the same Edward. Men and women, we both have the same feelings. You love them, and you want them here with you. It's only natural.'

'Maybe your right, but I feel as though I should be strong.'

'For who?'

'I don't know...'