I know how I said that this chapter would be of Edward's POV of Mikes death. I lied. :) I figured this would be a nice place to add one of these chapters. The next chapter will be Edward's POV of Mike's death, promise. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own twilight or any of the characters.

January 8th, 1917

Edward

My brow crinkled in worry as I sat on the park bench three days later. Why hadn't she come to the park at all? Was she ok? I couldn't help but think it was something I did, because that was the first time we talked and now she hadn't come to the park at all for three days.

The park was more deserted than usual; everyone was getting ready for the Winter Banquet that in a few weeks. From what I'd heard it was a big deal in this town, and everyone took great measures in getting ready for it. I didn't plan on going, all those humans in one place and all of that blood…ugh. It was like a nightmare.

Hearing a new set of footsteps I looked up sighing softly. My eyes widened at the beautiful sight. It was her. Annabelle. She looked as radiant as ever, a dark blue dress with white bows. It was beautiful. I sighed softly, taking in her beauty for a second before looking away and committing the image to my memory, to savor it forever.

To my surprise, she was walking over to me. I saw her walking towards me and knew she might be going to sit on one of the benches a few feet from mine. Then maybe I would be able to steal a few glances at her as she sat. She had no escort today, and I wondered why. She almost always did.

"Mind if I sit here?"

My dead heart ached as I heard that magical voice and looked up to see her before my eyes, staring at me with a coy, little smile. It took me 2 seconds to come to my senses, to that I said, "No, of course not." I took in her intoxicating scent as she sat next to me. Her hair was pinned up and curled in the cutest little ringlets.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" She remarked and stretched a bare hand out, hatching a snowflake on her hand and giggling as it melted. I smiled at her, loving how adorable she looked but never making that known.

"Yes, it is, my lady. "

"Though it seems as though no one is here to enjoy it, what with the winter banquet preparations that need to be seen to." She said softly, her head tilting and eyeing me through her peripheral.

"Are you going, Miss Braisley? Surely someone as pretty as you has a date to such an important event."

Her eyes were sad, but with a hint of flirtatious amusement "No, I don't have an escort. I have been asked a few times, but I've turned them down…I was kind of hoping someone would ask me." My eyes widened and my grin got a little wider. She was saying that on purpose. Did she actually want me to ask her? It was improper for a girl to ask a guy, but I never thought she'd want me to ask. Sure, we'd have some conversations sometimes, but that's it.

I really hope he asks me…Her thoughts said. Wow. She really wanted me to ask her. I turned to her, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. "Annabelle, would you do me the honors of being my date to the Winter Ball?" Her cheeks grew red with a blush and I could hear the happiness in her thoughts as well as see it in her eyes. I extended my gloved hand out to her and she took it, grinning wide at me.

"Yes, Edward. I would love to."

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