"This is a mess" Maggie stated running her fingers through her deep red curls, she is standing close enough to me that I can smell her fresh rain scent that hasn't changed since I left years ago. I shift on the tree branch I am sitting on so I face her and meet her maroon colored eyes a frown tugging the corners of my mouth down.

"Unfortunately it is, I just hope we gather enough witnesses to make the Volturi listen if not..." Her eyebrows pulled down at that finishing the sentence in her mind. I love you, Maggs, I think to myself, I don't say it though I am not a supporter of homewreckers. I witnessed the relationship bloom between her and Connor through the letters Maggie sent me over the years." If you don't mind my asking, why didn't Connor come with us? I was under the impression he would follow you everywhere" I tease bumping my shoulder against hers hiding my genuine curiosity as best as I could. She looks away then made uncomfortable by the question or the casual contact? I can't tell which reading people was never my strong suit.

April 7th, 1938

Dear Maggie, I miss Ireland more and more the longer I am gone. We have relocated again to a small town in Canada and I have opted out of high school this time, I will instead be tutored at home by Esme or mom. Here is a query for you how does one go about an awkward relationship with a mother who barely knows you and tries so desperately to make you happy when you know that very little can? Esme tries every day to make me laugh and open up I do not know why it is harder for me to do it here with these people when you seemed to do everything in precisely the right way. They can't understand my depression at all, though it is much better since my first days with you, there are times when I have no desire to be around anyone. I would tell them as much and they refuse to leave me alone. I know they think they are doing the right thing by me and I can't find the right way to tell them otherwise.

I have discovered more about my gift since my last letter, I realize now that it is not just a version of a vampire's gift I can copy aspects of that vampire if I want. I could adorn Carlisle's compassion or Edward's speed I still can't do more than one at a time, that part still needs to be worked out.

Our family has expanded as I am sure you may already know. Alice and Jasper are both fine people, though Jasper reminded me a little of him when I first met him I know he is like me. He is not to keen on sharing his story just yet and if the depression becomes too overwhelming I have but to be near him to feel better. I think that must be a gift of some kind I must remember to ask him about it later it would be nice to stop moping whenever I think of that year.

Please do write back soon and send a picture of our cliffs overlooking the Causeway you know the one,

Grace.

Present day

" Connor was curious about my friendship with you so I showed him one of my letters you wrote to me, I don't know how to explain it very well but he grew a little distant, that was three months ago." She still wouldn't meet my gaze I noticed her tone changed, was she annoyed at him?" I asked him about it last week, before you and your parents came I mean, and he told me he felt insecure about how well I knew you and vice versa. I told him to stop being so daft and that if he met you he would realize that we are just friends and always have been. he left after that argument and I haven't heard from him since." I have to pick my jaw up from the floor before she notices, are they broken up then? or, if we all survive the next month will she return to him? I feel ashamed when I hope she decides to stay with me.

" He is likely just having a prat moment I'm sure he'll come around," I reassure her though it kills me to do so. She shoots me a grateful smile then.

" He had better I don't know if I can have someone in my life who can't get on with my oldest mate." she continues to smile at me oblivious to place she has put me in, the friend zone ugh. I let the silence grow a little longer before I change the subject.

" You mind if I practice with you?" I lay my hand palm up on the branch between us, waiting for the fresh contact to kick-start the flip. She smirks at me before intertwining our hands, she doesn't need to hold on but she doesn't pull away and, secretly, I revel in the way her hand feels in mine.

When I flip I see a blueprint of everything that makes Maggie who she is, I pick her hair first and feel the difference between my thin hair and her coarse curls. I hear her gasp as I copy her body shape next and then her eyes, I pull out of the blueprint and open my eyes that now match her shade of maroon. "How do I look mate?" her accent feels weird coming from me and it makes her laugh. Her body shakes so much I worry the branch we are sitting on might break. " What is it that bad?" I demand, rolling my eyes when she doesn't stop laughing. She shakes her head and then clams down enough to inform me that I now resemble her exactly. I let go of the details and my body reverts back to normal and hop off the branch then and I don't return to the house until I know she is following.

Hi, guys, this is the author and I just wanted to fill you in on some details about the story. It is taking place around the timeline of Breakingdawn with flashbacks to Grace's earlier years. This story is very emotional and dark so I thought I would give you a heads up and I will do my best to give you trigger warnings before each chapter. other than that I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it!