Ok, this is the first chapter and its from Edwards POV, enjoy and don't forget to review! have fun reading it hope you enjoy : )
I looked back at the devastated woman running back to her carriage. I knew she would spend the rest of the day crying and would not sleep when nightfall came, I knew she would have a lot of sleepless nights. I could not help but feel guilty for leaving her at a time like this, she just turned seventeen and her father was looking for a man for her to marry, even though I already asked for her hand in marriage and she accepted.
Lord Harlow was not very fond of me he always wanted Amilia to marry Lord William Walsh his father was a layer and they were wealthy, one of the wealthiest families in Ipswich, what a wonderful couple that would be, the layer's son and the banker's daughter, only problem was the banker's daughter was in love with the Artist's son which happened to be me. I knew they would try to make her marry William but I had fait that she would wait for me.
"Edward come down to our cabin and put away your bags" My mother said taking me out of my train of thoughts. "Don't worry my son, if she loves you she will wait." she said putting her hand on my shoulder. My mother always tried to make me feel better even when my world was visibly falling apart.
"Mother, it is not her loyalty that worries me it is all the pain she will be subjected to, in fact I would feel better if I had the faintest reason to believe she would break her promise and marry another man, at least she would be happy." I said resting my head on her shoulder, my mother was shorter than I but I always loved to lean on her shoulder in times of pain and sorrow. I quickly cast aside my emotions and went down to the cabin. I needed to sleep this was going to be a long voyage and who knows what awaited me in America. After a long day of sleep I started on my first letter,
Amilia, I already miss your smile, I already miss the way you always knew how to make all my problems go away, I miss your beautiful green eyes, those eyes that held so much mystery, those eyes that could tell me what you felt but never let visible what you were thinking. Amilia, my love, I miss your voice, the way it calmed me, the way it made everything feel alright in the world. I miss holding you in my arms, the way you fit so perfectly as if you were designed for me, but mostly I miss the way you told me you loved me, even though I'm the last person you should love, You should love William, he can give you more than I can, and it pains me so to admit it. But no matter what anyone says you still love me and I will forever be grateful for that, and I will forever love you. Be Safe
Love, Edward.
I planned on mailing this letter as soon as I laid foot on American soil. I continued the whole trip across sea continuously writing letters to her.
