Hey Guys! I was on my little trip when I heard a story about a man who was in jail for fighting for what he believed and his girlfriend would visit him once a week. Long story short- I fell in love with this story and the nerd part of me wondered, "What if this was Edward and Bella?"
Edward's POV
You know, when you're sent to jail, it's usually because you did something wrong or illegal. But what I did is neither.
Since when is it wrong to love a country that has yet to exist?
I suppose you could say that was one of the reasons World War One started: nationality. But how could you love a nation that doesn't exist yet? You need land for a nation to settle on and start.
I came here to Palestine in 1946 to help my people establish a state of Israel, a dream that has been ours since we were exiled from this land 2,000 years ago. During World War II., we helped out the British in a exchange for a state of Israel. Well, I guess those Brits promised the Arabs and the French the same land that they promised us. Not a smart move on their part. (A/N: No offense to anyone today)
So I moved here from Chicago to help out. There is a Hebrew Revolution Movement of the Stern Groups: Haganah, Irgun, and Lechi. Every Jew in Eretz Israel was working secretly to form a Jewish State. In Chicago, I wanted so badly to become a part of it. I talked to my parents about moving here. At first, Esme and Carlisle were worried, but after some time, they just wanted me to find a nice, Jewish girl so I would not feel left out with my siblings and their marriages.
And boy did I.
Bell Swan was working in the Hebrew Revolution Movement as well. She moved from Phoenix to here to help establish a country as well. Not only was she incredibly brave, but insanely beautiful as well. Big brown eyes, long brown hair, pale complexion, full red lips…etc. Just thinking about her drove me crazy. She always knew when I was upset or happy. She could always make me feel better and laugh. And she was absolutely oblivious to how she made me feel. Just her fingertips on my arm would send shivers down my spine. And when she would kiss me softly, I would be dizzy for two days straight.
My sweet Bella.
She would always visit me every Tuesday. I would work here in the Prison Bakery six times a week with all my heart, just so I could see her face for the one hour visiting time she was allowed. Bella would first give me a newspaper and I would put it aside to read before bed. Then we would just talk for such a long time that we would barely notice the guard walking in to escort her out. And as she left, I would begin to count the number of days, hours, and minutes until I saw her beautiful face and feel her warm touch again.
While Bella was out in the city working for everyone's goal, I would work here in the Prison where I would stay either until my 10 years were up, or until Israel was established. I guess that's what you get for fighting in the Night of the Bridges.
But it was worth it. I can remember so vividly the heat of June at night. The Haganah, the part of the Stern Groups who fought back, had many diversion operations to confuse the British army when we blew up the bridges connecting to our neighboring countries. We blew up eleven bridges before I was caught. I was then sent to this Prison that was once a nunnery hostel before the British turned it into prison for Jewish underground fighters.
I began to work in the Bakery section of the prison. I can barely boil water let alone cook a meal for the prisoners and guards. But the prisoners who worked in the Bakery received packages of food wrapped in newspaper. All that I wanted here in prison, was to know what is going on outside. So having the newspaper that the food was wrapped in was like a blessing. I would keep the newspaper and read it later in bed. I would learn so much about what was going on outside. The newspaper that Bella brought every Tuesday did not satisfy my curiosity.
I would work every day but Shabbat. On Saturday, a rabbi would come to the Prison and we would study Torah all day. It was the only day off we would get.
But on Tuesdays, my favorite day of the week, my stomach would be full of butterflies and I could not form a sentence without stuttering. I would wait impatiently for the guard to come and tell me I had a visitor. I would drop the pita bread I was trying to cook and run to my prison cell, where I would meet Bella.
And today, my glorious Tuesday, I will see my sweet Bella.
And today, I will ask for her to wait for me.
Today is the day I will ask for her hand in marriage.
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