A/N OH MY GOD I AM SOOOOO SORRY! I know I was supposed to update awhile ago but I was SUPER busy. Thank you to my reviewers; city bookworm, The Agent of Fire, PotterNinja, Krista Morris, and snoopykid. Look for the winner in this chapter! I also noticed that I may have said Bella is seventeen, but she's eighteen…

~longandblonde

BPOV

I had arrived in Northern Ireland, and it was beautiful.

The sun was shining, very rare, and the ocean was just to my left. I was staying on the island for a day, before flying to London. I was meeting up with my aunt, Sharon, and I was staying with her for a week there.

I pulled up to the ocean, got out of the car and sat down on the beach. I kind of hoped that they would search Ireland for me, but I knew that wasn't happening. I sighed.

A tapping on my shoulder woke me up from my daydreaming.

I looked up and there was a man of about thirty-three looking down at me.

"Hey! You're that girl in the video! I'm Chris." I was shocked. I couldn't believe this man was actually talking to me.

"Oh. You must think I'm crazy," he said laughing as I nodded my head. "It's just I was in the park that day you were talking to Lily an I heard the advice you gave her. I was wondering, would you help me with a problem of mine?" he asked with genuine need for answers in his eyes.

"I'll try," I said. He smiled and started his story.

"Well, you see, I'm married to this girl and my family finally considers me a man but I'm just a they to them, because I have a huge family. I'm just about to have a kid, and my wife and I just got into a fight. She stormed out of the house, and I haven't seen her for a few hours. What should I do?" I looked at him. He looked terrified.

"You really love her don't you? Well, I would look everywhere she likes to go, and beg, for hours if I had to, for her forgiveness. She sounds like a sweet girl." He smiled.

"Thank you so much! I know just where to look." Then he took off running to his car. I was glad I could help some couples' problems, even if I couldn't help mine. That thought started the tears, but they were such common company that I didn't even notice.

Soon after my crying fit had ended I got up and drove around. I stopped at a restraint and got a small salad, and thought about Luke, and Moira. They were both about fifteen, and they had plenty of time. So much. Luke would make it through his surgery and Moira had a life ahead of her.

I wish I could be fifteen again. I'm guessing one hundred years is how long I will live, and fifteen sounds like the perfect age to be at. I sighed wistfully and pulled out a sheet of paper.

Every country remember Bella? Northern Ireland is not London. I started writing again.

Dear Cullens,

Have you ever wondered about the mortality of humans? How fragile they are? How something as air can kill them? We are curious race I think. Something so trivial kills us. Even a thing that is not even there, like time. I know I will die and that's when you will stop getting letters. Goodness, I sound so morbid, but today a man came up to me and asked for advice. Couple advice. Do you know how much it hurt to be able to solve his problems but not mine? A lot. That's how much. Nothing means anything anymore, except my travels, music and writing. They all are very mind-numbing don't you think? Well, I have no more interesting news, just another country I am leaving.

~Bella Swan

I continued on the same sheet of paper this time.

15 there's still time for you

time to buy and time to lose.

There's never a wish, better than this

When you only got a hundred years to live.

I spent the next day looking for a post office.

APOV

Another note came the next day. She was moving faster than we thought. Edward and I were just leaving, trying to catch her, when the note came.

We stopped and read it even if we could have caught her.

Dear Cullens,

Have you ever wondered about the mortality of humans? How fragile they are? How something as air can kill them? We are curious race I think. Something so trivial kills us. Even a thing that is not even there, like time. I know I will die and that's when you will stop getting letters. Goodness, I sound so morbid, but today a man came up to me and asked for advice. Couple advice. Do you know how much it hurt to be able to solve his problems but not mine? A lot. That's how much. Nothing means anything anymore, except my travels, music and writing. They all are very mind-numbing don't you think? Well, I have no more interesting news, just another country I am leaving.

~Bella Swan

15 there's still time for you

time to buy and time to lose.

There's never a wish, better than this

When you only got a hundred years to live.

I tackled Edward and started hitting him.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?" I screamed. He just took the blows quietly. Jasper barely managed to pry me off of him.

"I needed her to let go of me. I told her I didn't love her. I didn't know she would think of how she would die! She sounded so calm! God Alice. I'm so fucking dumb." He then launched himself up. "She said another country she was leaving. She hasn't left Ireland yet!" He looked at me. I closed my eyes, seeing a plane leaving at two

"She's leaving at two." I said looking at the clock, which said 11. "Our flight takes three hours. We won't make it." I said.

He looked heartbroken. "Where is she going?"

"I don't know! That's what drives me crazy! It's like someone doesn't want me to see her!" I wailed. Edward was broken without her. I could see that. All we could do was wait though. For something. For anything.

BPOV

I had just arrived in London and my Aunt was there to pick me up.

"Hey Sharon." I said with a smile. She was thirty-three, just like Chris, and expecting. Wow. That's insane. Two people thirty-three and pregnant that I have met? Definitely going in my song

"Hello Bella! We've been so happy that you are coming to stay with us!" she crowed. Her husband Ryan and she had been looking forward to meeting me since I said I was going traveling.

I hugged her and we got going to her house.

When we got there I had to try real hard not to cry. Her house was very beautiful and open. It was also white. The similarities were so close to the Cullen house it was almost scary. When we got inside Ryan was there smiling. He gave me a monster hug that made me forget momentarily where I was.

"How's my brother-in-law kiddo?" he asked after I had told him about my travels.

I laughed. "Okay if you count starving himself because he can't cook." Sharon giggled.

"We tried to teach him, we really did, but he just wouldn't listen." I smiled, and then noticed the time. It was late. I guess talking was a good way to lose track of time.

"Well Ryan, Sharon, I am going to go to bed now. Good night!" I said cheerfully before heading upstairs. I wrote down some lyrics before I hopped into bed.

I'm thirty-three for a moment,

Still the man but you see I'm a they

A kid on the way

A family on my mind.

I smiled, content with the lyrics and went to bed.

The next day my car came and I drove around with Sharon.

We went shopping and she showed me around the city. It was weird driving my car here. Everyone was on the roads funny, with the driving wheels on the right. I laughed to myself every time I saw someone gawking at my car.

Sharon asked if we could stop at the bank and I agreed, knowing she wanted to go grocery shopping later.

We were almost to the teller, whose name was Krista Morris, when the doors burst open and the cliché line was used.

"This is a robbery! Everybody down on the ground! I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it!" I sank to the ground, pressing Ryan's number in my contacts, and calling him as the men yelled.

"Hello?" I heard his voice just before the men started yelling again.

"Drop your phones! Now!" they screamed, and since we were close to the teller Ryan could hear what they were telling the teller.

After fifteen minutes one of their gooneys ran in yelling "The police! (IDK what their called in England) The police are here!"

The leader, who had just passed me, swore looked down, saw me and grabbed me pushing the barrel of his pistol to my head.

"Now, little girl. I want you to not fight, and we will just waltz on out of here. And if you do fight. Well." He laughed. "I'm not afraid to use this."

A/N Muahahahaha. I'm going to leave you guys here. Hope you liked the chapter! Please review! They help me write!

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~longandblonde