Hello my beauties. Taking my own life into account, I decided to write this story as sort of journal. What's a life if not ever put into an adventure? After going through my Bella and Carlisle phase, I decided to return to Edward and Bella, because they are the timeless pair. God knows I'm all for timeless.

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The large office windows did no justice for the sun with its protective glare. The iridescent glow tinted my paperwork orange and red, and I wondered what it would look like from under the turning trees. Looking out, I desperately wished the autumn leaves weren't the only ones changing.

I needed a change. I wanted a change.

"Ms. Swan, it's ten a.m."

I looked up, startled out of my day dream, and see my secretary peeking through the heavy wooden door of my office. She was an older woman who took pride in the ways she was different. I knew that was a reason I'd hired her. She reminded me of who I used to aspire to be.

"That'd be about right. Thank you, Sue." I dragged my office phone towards myself about to dial my father's number, but loud ringing from underneath my hand interrupted me. Answering it, I heard the familiar gruff voice I've heard every day for the past seven years.

"You didn't call and I got worried." He said. I glanced at the clock reading ten-o-two, and I sighed.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Dad. I got caught up in my work." I replied.

"Oh… well, do you need me to call you back later?" I heard his hesitant tone, and I knew it'd be hard on him to call me back at an unscheduled time.

"Of course not, I'll always have time for you." But thing was, I didn't. My piles of paperwork towered above my stress level and my meetings were on the verge of overlapping. "What's your day like today Dad?"

As he went on to tell me about his antique auction at precisely twelve-thirty and his therapy session that he "no longer needed" at four, I tried so very hard to pay attention, but my thoughts had long since drifted.

My dad hadn't always been so compulsive. I remembered a time when the only thing compulsive about him was making sure he wasn't late for dinner. He'd park right in his chair at the table while my mother would serve him his fresh lasagna.

It was when she had passed that things started to happen. I noticed he started to call me more often than usual, and his eyes were ever so much more frantic than the last I'd seen them. In the past seven years since my mother's death, my father turned into a passive man with little to speak for. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday he'd call me at exactly ten a.m. to check in, make sure I was okay, and then proceed to talk about his day.

The sad thing was he didn't know he had become any different. To him, the process was so slow that he found himself as normal as ever, but I knew he wasn't.

"How's the shop?" For the second time that morning I was brought back to Earth to answer someone. When my father first went into his depression, it wreaked havoc on his business. He ignored his responsibilities and fell into a heavy grief. As a result, I took the position as co-owner to let him take the time he needed to get better. The issue was he never did.

"The shop's doing just fine Dad, don't you have a single worry. You have enough on your plate, or too little if you ask me. I don't know how you've survived this long without me," I joked. It was well known that my father was a less than stellar cook. It was always my mother doing the cooking in their relationship, but it wasn't for a lack of effort.

"I was actually hoping tomorrow maybe you could visit and make some of that wonderful lemon-garlic tilapia, just like your mom used to. I've been having a real craving for it lately."

"Sure Dad, I can do that," I replied. Talking for another twenty minutes or so, finishing at our normal time of ten-thirty, we signed off and promised to talk that Saturday.


The rest of the day passed in a stately manner, although my thoughts felt as though they were about to split my head. I had been spending so much time lately focusing on taking care of my dad rather than myself; my work had finally started to catch up with me.

As I was packing up my belongings and paperwork to take home and work on, Sue poked her pepper-haired head through the door to check in. Being the old wise one she was she immediately saw the tenseness in my shoulders and shakiness in my hands. I was going on overload.

"You need a vacation." She spoke, clear as day and bold as ever. I gave her a tightly wound smirk at her impossible theory. With everything I'm up to these days with work and my family, it felt as though I was doing nothing at all. I wasn't sure when my last alcoholic drink was, nor could I remember the last time I was up late for anything besides my job.

"If that were possible I'd be in Europe by now, and I'd never come back."

"Well make sure to take me with you. God knows you'd find yourself a crazy job over there as well and overwork yourself," Sue smiled with her bright eyes and added, "and I wouldn't mind seeing Big Ben either. I need myself a new man." She was quite the man-killer around the office, even at her ripe age of sixty-three. It leaves one to wonder what she was doing with her high-school years.

"I'm not joshing you child, you're muscles look so tightly wound they might snap," She continued.

Sighing, I replied, "With my father I wouldn't be able to step away two counties let alone two countries."

"Well," She hummed, "if the only reason you're still here twenty-four-seven is because a grown man has issues making his own pasta, then maybe you should start evaluating yourself for some attachment issues."

Leaving me blinking and wondering why I hired her, Sue slipped herself out of my office; head high with a certain confidence only she could have.


As I reached my final destination for that night, I unlocked my front door and tossed my messenger bag onto my island counter top, somewhat taking Sue's advice on a much needed vacation. I slipped off my black business heels while closing the door and proceeded to remove any non-sleeping articles of clothing on the path to my bedroom. Slipping on an old, comfortable nightshirt, I relaxed in my bed catching up on some neglected Doctor Who episodes that have been resting in my DVR for longer than they should.

Looking at the time I debated calling him, seeing as it had been weeks since we had talked, but I chose not to. His schedule was commonly filled with adventures in canyons and marches through African villages. I realized then that I tended to surround myself with people who I one day wished to equate myself with. I guess it fit with the saying that one only becomes smart by surrounding themselves with those that are smarter.

Tomorrow I will call him. But with the Doctor and Rose, I'm perfectly content.

Edward would have to wait until my vacation was over.


So this was really just an introductory chapter to let you see the start of everything happening. Without giving you too much spoilers, I want to tell you that I do plan to let this fiction move along quickly in the beginning to get it started. With my short attention span I could never read many slow moving books.

Let me know if you have any predictions, requests and/or questions (Which I really, actually love to hear.)

I also have some links on my page of things like what the characters look like, as well as their belongings. The number of links shall expand as the story goes on. Please not that while this chapter is rather short, I plan to make them longer in the future. And remember:

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