DISCLAIMER: no I don't own the twilight saga or its characters….but I do own this story line so anyone steals it I will hurt them
A/n: anyone who can figure out why I picked October 1st gets a big cookie…it actually has a meaning in the story….
France October 1st 1918 EdwardPOV
"Edward, darling, can you hear me? Edward?" a woman's soft voice woke me.
Every part of my body hurt, that had to be a good thing, right? I opened my eyes slowly, the face of a beautiful woman filled my eyes. She looked in her mid-forties, with long wavy Carmel colored hair, with these honey colored eyes. She looked like a sweet woman, American.
"Carlisle, he's awake!" she yelled. A man about her age walked in he had blonde hair with the hazel eyes.
"Hello, I'm Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife Esme." He said, he had a British accent
"Edward?"
The man looked at me questioningly, "Do you not remember?"
"I don't know."
"What do you remember, Edward?"
"A plane, fire, freezing water. Then, then…" I paused I couldn't describe the beautiful brown hair and matching eyes.
"Is that all?" he looked concerned.
"I remember a house, a white house with trees. A woman with reddish hair." It hurt my head think.
"I think you must have hit your head harder then we thought," he paused, "here is what we do know, your name is Edward Masen, you lived in Chicago, the plane you remember was probably your own you are a pilot."
"We found you in the channel. You were nearly dead, Edward. You know we're from Chicago as well." The woman, Esme, said.
I could feel my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Sleep, it will all come back to you eventually. Sleep." The man named Carlisle said.
I closed my eyes and drifted off into a dream.
Brown eyes so deep one could fall in them and never escape stared at me, they had tears in them. No, eyes that beautiful mustn't cry. What could make them cry? The eyes were surrounded by beautiful brown hair. The whole area smelled of freesia. The most beautiful scent in the whole world. Those eyes seemed to call to me telling me something, they still had tears in them.
I woke with a start, alone this time. I looked around me, it was a plain room with a dresser and bed. The walls were plain wood as well as the floor. I sat up to get a better view the room had one window. It was sunny outside, the sun shining strait through. Whose were those eyes? Why did it feel like I was dying being here like I needed to be someplace else, with those eyes. I stood up, slowly; I was in a pair of men's slacks and a button up shirt.
I walked to the door on the other side was a parlor of sorts, it had couches, chairs, and an easel with a half painted landscape on it. I heard sounds coming from down the hall to the right. Something told me I shouldn't be snooping but I couldn't help myself. It led to a kitchen, where the woman from the last time woke was making a sandwich.
"Excuse me Madam?" I said softly.
She jumped up, "Oh sorry Edward you frightened me, it's good to see you up and about. Are you hungry?"
"Yes please. Sorry for frightening you Mrs. Cullen."
"Good you remembered, we weren't to sure if you would. Has anything else come back to you?" she asked as she started to make another sandwich.
"Not really. It's very kind of you to take me in, I have no way to repay you."
"I would be offended if you offered. You are about my son's age and I would want someone to watch over him if he was hurt." She smiled softly.
"Is he fighting?"
"Yes he's a medic, he'll be here in two days."
"What's the date?"
"October the third, why?"
"I was supposed to go back the thirteenth. They'll be worried." She'll be worried.
"What are you talking about?" she had stopped what she was doing to stare at me.
"I was supposed to go home, I think, I was flying on my last mission."
She looked surprised, "Edward, I think you had better call your parents and tell them that. So they know your not dead."
I shook my head, "They wouldn't know, only-" I broke off that was all I remembered. I didn't even know what triggered it, I think it was the thought of those beautiful brown eyes crying.
"Only what? Why wouldn't they know?" she asked softly.
"I don't know. But I know they don't know I was supposed to go home, I know that. But I don't remember why. I'm sorry.´
"Nothing to be sorry for. It's good you're getting your memory back so soon. Here." She handed me a plate with a sandwich and some fruit on it.
"Thank you. You really are being too kind."
"Nonsense. Oh here is your stuff. It was wet and ripped so I had it washed and I fixed it for you, but I found these things. It might help with your memory."
She handed me a package of letters the ink smeared from my trip in the Channel, a picture. The picture! It was the girl with the eyes; I looked over the thing greedily trying to figure out her name.
"You remember her, who is she?"
"I don't know, I dreamt about her last night. She would be the one I told. I can't remember her name though." I sighed this was frustrating. Unconceivable that this angel should be sad.
"Maybe this will help more." Esme put a small velvet box on the table.
I pulled it closer and opened it, it was a ring completely beautiful, my mother's. "It was my mother's I don't know why I had it though."
"The girl maybe you were going to propose to her? Do you remember? Was she French?" she asked.
"No. She isn't. I don't know Mrs. Cullen. I….this is so frustrating!"
"It's Esme. And I know it is but you have to keep trying, you have to."
"Thank you for the sandwich, I think I'll lay down again."
"It's a good idea. Sleep well Edward."