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Chapter 11

I raced as fast as I could down the different corridors that led to my parent's room. In all of my rush, I forgot about my clumsy tendencies and ended up tripping over my feet every few steps. I finally made it to the room that my parents were residing in. I went over to the side of my mother's bed and placed my hand on her cheek.

"Dear Bella, I am so glad that I get a chance to see your face just one last time."

"Don't say that mother, you and father are going to get better and be all healthy by next week," I said hopefully.

"Bells, our condition isn't great and we are more likely to die within the next few minutes, according to previous encounters with people from this disease," Charlie gasped.

"But you can't die and leave Edward and me all alone. You just can't die."

"Bella, you have to go on with your life. This is just another obstacle that you must jump over. I know that you know this but we will always be with you in your heart and your memories."

"Sweetheart, do you remember the first day where your mother and I found you talking up a storm in the Masen's living room?"

"Of course papa, I remember it like it happened yesterday."

I was sitting down on the blanket in the middle of the floor, trying to explain something to Edward. Mind you I was just learning how to form somewhat sensible sentences. We were both about four years old. Edward already knew how to talk quite well and I was somewhat jealous, actually I was more than a little jealous. Edward would beat me in everything, except for being the clumsiest person alive. In any case, I was trying to get Edward to play a bit of the piano for me. His mother had been playing the piano for him ever since he was born, or so they tell me.

Ever since they could remember, he had always been entranced by the sound emitting from the piano. When his motor skills had developed a bit more, Elizabeth had begun to introduce him to the piano by letting him play it. He wasn't like every other kid, in more ways than one, but in this case he didn't simply just bang on the keys. It was as if he knew that each one had a different sound and each key wasn't something to just bang on. He would lightly touch the keys and then you could almost see the wheels in his brain turning as he looked like he was trying to comprehend the sound that each key made.

Now he didn't play any big pieces like Mozart or Beethoven, but he did keep me entranced every time he sat himself on the piano bench and his hands started to flow over the keys at a slow, steady pace.

Well I was standing up trying to explain to Edward that I wanted him to play the piano for me. We were just sitting in the middle of the Masen's living room and all I wanted to do was listen to him play. After maybe thirty minutes of trying to tell Edward what I wanted, I went over, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the piano. Edward finally got the message and sat himself comfortably on the bench and began playing. After he was done, he went over to the victrola and turned some music on. He then grabbed my hands and we began to somewhat twirl around the living room. We stopped as soon as we heard someone say, "Oh how adorable!" I ran behind Edward and hid my cherry-red face.

"Bella, you don't have to hide behind Edward. You two were simply adorable, and that's not something to be embarrassed about."

I started rambling on and on trying to explain that I never wanted to dance and I can't be adorable and a bunch of other things that probably didn't make sense. I stopped as soon as I noticed that everyone, including Edward, were reduced to tears and their faces were about as red as mine from the intense laughter. I felt the tears begin to well up. Edward was the first one to catch on that I was starting to cry. The adults stopped laughing once they saw that I was crying.

"We're sorry Bella. We didn't mean to make you cry."

"Darling, you are just too adorable and we just couldn't resist."

I continued to keep my head buried in Edward's shoulder. I soon felt hands grab my own and bring me over to the piano and began playing for me again.

"You two were just the cutest little kids, and you still are," Renee gushed, "I still couldn't understand what drew you two together. Once you two got together, it was like you went into a little world that consisted of nobody but yourselves. To this very day that still happens."

"That is still an enigma to me too," I replied jokingly.

"You know that I always wanted a son so I never really argued when I would find you and Edward playing in the dirt and looking for worms."

"Charles that was simply disgusting. She would always come in with dirt covering her body from head to toe. She would have to soak in the bathtub for about 30 minutes to at least get rid of some of the caked on dirt."

"Mother, just so you know, I never liked the dirt and worms at first but I realized that it was a way to make Edward happy and for me to be with him so I learned to like it."

"Well at least now I know that you definitely aren't a boy in a girl's body. I was starting to worry," Renee laughed.

"You thought that I was a boy?"

"Well you were always running around with Edward, playing in dirt, running around and getting hurt, which is what boys do, and you never wanted to play with a doll or with any other girls in the neighborhood. I was getting worried."

"Well you shouldn't be worried because I am engaged to Edward after all."

"And what a fine wedding it will be."

"You two are going to be there, right? I need my father to walk me down the aisle."

"Bella, there are three things that we are definitely fighting this disease for. I am looking forward to the wedding, grandchildren, and seeing you and Edward grow old together."

"You might be able to see great-grandchildren."

"That would be a sight to behold." My mother whispered. I could tell that they were fighting this sickness with everything that they had, but they were losing the battle fast. I decided to talk to them like this instead of leaving with the last image of me being sorrowful.

"Couldn't you just imagine the little bronze-haired, green eyed children running around? They'll be little menaces like Edward and Bella."

"Don't forget Charles, that some of them will have brown hair and brown eyes like their mother. Some of them would have to inherit the clumsiness gene from Bella too."

"Thanks mother. I will now curse my children with my lack of coordination and balance."

"It's something that is a part of you so you would have to pass it on to your children whether you wanted to or not. "

"I would have Edward teach them the piano and how to dance to try and improve their grace and just because it would just be adorable to have little children dancing smoothly to pieces from Mozart and Beethoven." I saw my parents' eyes start to slowly close.

"Wouldn't that be the most wonderful site to behold Renee?"

"Yes it would Charles, yes it would." They took their final breaths as they died holding each others hand. Even though their hearts stopped beating, you could still feel the love that they had for everything in life.

The tears started falling silently as the nurses came in to take their bodies down to the morgue. I crumpled into the corner of the room and just let the sobs erupt from body. It seemed as though hours have passed but in all reality it was probably only about thirty minutes. I was brought back to the harsh reality when I felt a hand fall on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Dr. Snow looking at me with concern.

"Bella, I understand that you are grieving for the loss of your parents, but I need you to leave so we could make room for some more patients.

As if something registered in my body, I realized that I momentarily forgot about Edward in the room on the other side of the hospital. I got up and started to walk at a fast rate. I didn't trust myself to run but I knew that I had to get there as fast as I could. Once I got to his room, I looked inside toward the direction of his bed, but he wasn't there. All of the beds were occupied, but not by Edward. I ran out to the corridor and looked at the room plate. This was the room that he was in earlier today. I checked the nearby rooms to see if I somehow was mistaken. As luck would have it, I found no sign of him. I saw one of the doctors passing by and decided to ask him about where Edward could be.

"Hello Miss, can I help you with something?"

"Yes. I was wondering if you could tell me what happened to my fiancé, Edward Masen. He was in this room earlier today when I left to check on my parents but now he is not there."

"It's a possibility that he died and had to be removed in order to make room for other patients."

"What! He can't die! He promised me that he was going to be okay and that I would see him when I got back."

"I am sorry miss, but I wasn't the doctor that was on duty here at the time."

"Dr. Carlisle Cullen was on duty because he promised to do everything in his power to make sure that Edward would live. Now where is he?"

"He was sent home an hour ago because of extreme fatigue and the fact that he had worked the past 28 hours straight, he needed a break."

"Well then if Edward died, then his body should be in the morgue correct?"

"Yes, it should, but we are not allowed to release the bodies to anyone but his family members."

"His family is dead and I am his fiancé I should be able to see him now!" Suddenly a group of nurses wheeling a stretcher came bolting down the hallway.

"Dr. Smith, we have a 60 year-old man in desperate need of medical attention," one of the nurses said.

"Alright, I'm coming." Then he just ran off, leaving me alone and confused in the middle of the corridor.

I slowly began my journey home. I would've gotten a taxicab but I felt the need to just feel the wind in my face and have an open place to think. I didn't want to get to my house so soon because it would be lonely and quiet. As my brain began to process everything that just happened, I realized that I would have to plan two funerals, three if Edward didn't finish planning the funeral for Mr. And Mrs. Masen. I would also have to find a way to get rid of the Masen's house and their belongings, as well as the belongings that my parents have that I have no desire to keep.

After taking the long way to get to our houses, I finally made it as twilight was just beginning. This had always been mine and Edward's favorite time of day. I had originally just liked the night because you could see the beautiful stars are a clear night, but I started liking twilight because it was Edward's favorite, and it led to night. The best part was when we would go out to our little meadow and just stare at the sky. It was so calm and serene that you couldn't help but feel that it was somewhat magical, especially when you were with someone as special as Edward.

I went into Edward's house first. I decided to try and see if there is was a will or any plans that Edward had previously made. I opened the door and immediately felt the warm and inviting nature that this house possessed. Mrs. Masen had always managed to keep her house completely spotless and organized, and she passed that down to Edward. He has always been one to keep things neat and orderly, although he liked to get dirty once in a while when we were kids. I travelled slowly through each room of the house, relishing in all of the memories and feelings that each one held. I saved Edward's room for last, mainly because I haven't been in there, well only a couple of times, and because that was my destination. I opened the door slowly and walked in like I was going into an unexplored cavern. I felt that if I touched just one thing, the whole balance and perfection of the tidy room would crumble.

As I looked around I noticed that there was a neat stack of papers that were separated from the rest of the others. I looked over them and noticed that they were funeral plans, along with the wills of Edward Sr., Elizabeth, and Edward. I was curious as too why Edward had his own will, but only Edward and God knows that answer. When I looked through their wills, I noticed that Edward's parents willed everything that they owned to him, and he willed everything to me. I was shocked to learn that I got everything from Edward's family and my family, or at least most of everything. I looked over the funeral plans and saw that he had everything all sorted out. I was hoping that I could just have a funeral for all five of them at the same time. Since I wanted that to happen, I would have to make the appropriate calls and plans before October 16th, which is exactly one week from today.

After hours of planning and looking over the wills, I decided to look around Edward's room. I came across his large bookcase that housed many books, all ranging from medical texts to classics like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice. There was one book that stood out amongst the rest and caught my eye. I pulled it out and saw that it didn't have a title on the cover. As I opened the book, I saw the title Poems of Isabella scribbled on the title page in Edward's very elegant and distinctive script. I opened it to the first page and saw that there was one poem and it was dated June 1910. I was curious so I decided to read and see what he said about me.

I know of……..

I know of someone pretty

And she is also witty.

Everyday she comes to play

And I follow whatever she says.

Her laughter makes my smile grow

And it seems to make her face glow.

I can't wait for you to see

Exactly how much you mean to me.

This girl is so very special

I think she may be celestial.

~Edward Masen

The tears flowed down my face as I realized that he had written this when he had just turned 9 years old. I flipped through and noticed that there were poems dating from June 1910 all the way to September 1918. What I had missed the first time was the little note on the inside of the front cover.

To my dearest Isabella:

If you are reading this that could only mean that we have just been married and I have given you your wedding present. Within this book lies many poems and journal-like entries that are about you and have been inspired by you. I wanted to know how much you have influenced my life and how much you have been an inspiration in everything that I do. I truly hope that this helps you understand how much you mean to me and that I truly love you and only you.

With never-ending love,

Edward

The tears flowed even harder as I realized that we would never have the chance to be married and have that special wedding ceremony. We would never live with each other, start our own family, or grow old with each other.

How will I be able to live without the other half of my life? I wondered this as I curled up on Edward's bed, tightly clutching the book and crying myself to sleep.

How was it?

Now I have a request for all of you poets. The poetry book will appear throughout the next chapters and since my poetry is lacking a bit, I decided to include my readers in the making of this story. I would love it if you would make a poem or little letter of sorts describing Bella or something about her, written by Edward of course. It could range from when he is young or when he has matured and extended his vocabulary. Please submit your entries via PM or by sending me an email, whatever works better for you.

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