I sat silently in Edward's room, listening to the sobs emitting from his parent's room. I was crying myself, and I knew I should be there comforting Edward, but it was too hard. Too hard knowing that in an hour, a day, or a week, the both of us would be on our deathbeds.
"Emma, what are you doing in my room?" I heard Edward ask with a dead voice from the doorway.
"I was just waiting for you. I mean, I'm so sorry Edward." I said.
"You should be. It wasn't my father's time!" He yelled. I flinched from his cold and hard voice, which he noticed, and his expression softened.
"Oh, Emma. Please forgive me. I shouldn't be blaming this on you." He walked over and pulled me on his lap, laying his head in my hair. Was that tears on my scalp?
"Don't beat yourself up Edward. This epidemic is a heartless, silent monster and you should blame that, not yourself. I know you think you can save everyone, but it's not possible. There are some things that are out of your power." I said, sniffling.
He was silent and I was beginning to think I upset him, but his hand came up to caress my face, pulling it up to look at him. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever before he gently leaned down and kissed me. Oh the feeling! His lips were soft against mine, and it felt like he was lightly caressing my lips. He tasted sweet, it was mouthwatering. I could have stayed this way forever.
"Emilia Sophia Grey, I love you with my heart and soul." He whispered sweetly.
"Well then, Edward Anthony Masen, I love you too." I started to cry and he shushed me and rocked me back and forth but from the sniffles I could hear, he was crying too.
We ended up falling asleep in each others arms from crying so much, but of course, not all good things last.
"Master Edward! Master Edward, wake up!" A maid was frantically yelling. We woke with a start and looked around wildly before our gazes met her.
"Maria? What is it!? What's happened?!" Edward frantically asked.
"Oh, Master Edward. It's your mother." She said, sobbing.
Edward was out of the room in a flash and down into his parents room. His father's body had been taken away in the night and what lay in his spot was none other than Elizabeth. Sickly looking in the most horrible way, and breathing shallowly.
"Mother!? Oh, Mother!" Edward cried, clutching onto his mother's clammy body. He was sobbing relentlessly. "Mother, please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."
That broke my heart. Did he actually think that I wouldn't stay with him? That after his mother's death, he would be all alone? I silently walked over to him and kneeled beside him. I put my hand on his back and he flinched, forgetting I was there. I rubbed my hand in a circular motion on my back before wrapping my arms all around him and laying my head against his shoulder.
"You won't be alone Edward. I'll always be here for you. Here now, and in the future." That was the honest to God truth. If I go back, I would stay by his side no matter what, even if he rejects me. Slowly but surely, his arms came around me and he sobbed in my arms.
"Edward, love. Don't be afraid. I'll always watch over you in Heaven." We heard Elizabeth's weak voice speak.
Edward immediately went to his mother's side and I walked off to find the butler so he could call the doctor. I know medicine is lacking in these days, but maybe, just maybe there was some way to stop the pain. As I walked down the steps, I could feel some sort of queasiness in my stomach, and the room started to spin. At the last step I fell to the floor, throwing up. I tried calling for Edward, for anyone, but to no avail.
Oh, God! Please not now!
"Emma? What's that noise? Emma, plea….." Edward's voice was cut off as he took in my state at the bottom of the stairs. Oh no, don't let him see me. I soon felt his arms wrap around me as his sobs echoed through the room.
"Marcus, please…call the doctor." He gasped out as the butler came into the room.
Pain was all I felt before the darkness consumed me.
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When I woke, there was the incessant noise of moaning and screams. It was hard to keep my eyes open as I felt nausea and dizziness and pain sweep over my body. I knew I was in the hospital, and I knew I was dieing of the Spanish Influenza. I was able to turn my head a fraction to the left and saw poor Elizabeth next to me; I couldn't tell if she was alive or dead. When I turned to the right, my heart split into a million pieces. There lay my Edward, looking as frail and sickly as ever.
"How are you feeling, Miss?" A kind, alluring voice asked.
I look up into gold eyes and a familiar face. It was Carlisle Cullen.
"Water." I was able to choke out, but my voice sounded like a bunch of knives scraping together. Carlisle seemed to have heard me, as I felt the wonderful liquid pour down my parched, burning throat.
"Are they dead?" I asked, motioning to either side of me. My voice sounded better, but still horrible.
"No, they aren't dead, but dieing." He said with sad eyes.
"Don't let them suffer." I rasped. Carlisle's expression grew sadder.
"If I could do something, I would. Please, Miss. Save your strength." He said.
I shook my head and started to cry. Everything in my world was crashing. I was losing the people I loved more than anything. Who cares about my life!? They should live! I know Edward does, but what about Elizabeth? The only person who I felt loved me like a mother should love a daughter.
Darkness consumed me once more.
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I woke up for a moment, listening to Elizabeth's screams. All I could get out were, "Save him! I know you can!" Before I fell asleep again.
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I opened my eyes with what I thought would be the last time. I was surprised I didn't die over the night. Elizabeth was gone; her bed replaced by another ill person.
I looked at the boy next, the boy that has been with me through thick and thin, the boy I loved dearly. He looked so fragile lying there in his hospital bed. It seemed like it was only yesterday that the two of us were carefree teenagers, relishing in our new love; that was until it hit, the epidemic. First, I heard it took my parents, then his, until it made our way to us.
I stared at myself in the mirror by my bed, taking in my appearance one last time. He coughed in his sleep and I felt tears slide down my face. Sleep was closing in on me, but I tried to stay awake, fearing that this was the last time I would see my love. My eyes started to close, and I only caught a glimpse of his bright green eyes before darkness succumbed me for the last time. The green eyes of my heart, Edward Masen.
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"Wow, who's the girl?" A voice said.
"Move out of the way, this is the police!" Another voice said.
I woke up to flashing lights and loud voices.
"Little girl, are you alright. God, you look horrible." I looked up at the voice and it was indeed a policeman. Wait, what was I doing here? In the middle of the street no doubt.
"What year is it?" I asked unexpectedly. My voice was back to normal.
"Ugh, 2009." He said, concerned.
Oh my goodness! I'm back! I'm home…..but….Edward.
"What's your name?" The policeman asked.
I looked up at him with teary eyes. "Masen, Emilia Masen."