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12 May 1918

The months have flown by in a blurry haze of despair. The week following St. Valentine's Day is like a distant memory. Mother and father's anger at finding out I spent the night at the Masen's, though Elizabeth and Ed covered it up, saying they were there and I stayed in the guest room. I do not think they believed us, but they were happy to pretend. Excitement was after that as Elizabeth and I immediately began planning for the wedding that would never come.

Father took ill first.

It was a perfectly normal day as I sat down for dinner with mother and father, until I noticed his ever paling face. He let out a cough, insisted he was fine, ate barely any food, and turned in for an early night. At midnight, I was awoken from my sleep by a cry. As I jumped up from my bed, I followed the noise to my parents room to see my mother, a hand over her mouth, and my father, coughing up blood. I knew what it was.

The Spanish Influenza.

We got him to the hospital as quick as we possibly could. Mother, her face stony as ever, simply sat in a chair, looking out the window. I, however, could not keep the tears from falling down my face. We sat there for hours, waiting to know the verdict, when my Edward appeared. I do not know how he found out, but he was there, wrapping me in a hug, I begged him take leave, as mother and I had been exposed to the disease, but he refused to leave my side.

Mother went next. I remember visiting her one last time, all shriveled up and choking on her own blood. Despite the anger and disagreements we had, she was still my mother, and it pained me greatly. The last words she spoke to me were an apology. For what? I asked, but then a coughing fit took over and the Dr. Cullen rushed in, but I knew; she was dead.

After that I was basically living with the Masen's. I had been hesitant, not knowing that I had been so greatly exposed to the disease, but they refused to allow me to be alone. My sweet green eyed boy did not leave my side and for that I was grateful. Talk of joining the war had stopped and as mid April rolled around it seemed like things were getting back to normal. I had grieved my parents but their deaths were becoming less painful.

Ed was third to go.

It was unexpected and quick; I suppose that was a small mercy in itself. One moment, we were gathered around the parlor, talking and laughing and enjoying one of Ed's favorite pastimes: making Isabella blush. When all of a sudden, he gasped and a shudder took over his body. The coughing that followed was so violent and I was sure he was going to loose a lung. Edward reacted first, jumping up grab his father and get him to the car. Elizabeth and I sat in the back, trying to make him as comfortable as possible, while my bronze haired boy drove quickly and recklessly.

An hour later, Edward and I sat side by side. He was gripping my hand like his life depended on it and I ran my fingers through his hair as I tried not to cry: Elizabeth had refused to leave his side. A flash of blonde hair caught my eye and we immediately stood, looking into the golden eyes of Doctor Cullen. One look at his face told us everything: the eldest Masen was dead. That night, the three of us sat together and cried.

Elizabeth started showing symptoms three days later.

Mrs. Masen was a fighter and refused to show her pain as she lay in her hospital bed. My sweet, sweet boy was taking this hard and I had the utmost feeling of dread: there was no avoiding this. But Elizabeth held on and for awhile, we thought she just might pull through. One night, as we sit up with my future mother-in-law I hear the one sound that causes my heart to shatter into a million pieces. My beautiful green eyed boy had coughed.

Elizabeth passed away a week later, her bed not five feet from her son's. I refused to leave my Edward. He had tried forcing me to. I knew he did not want me to get sick, but I could not find it in me to care. I could not live in a world without my soul, my green eyed boy. Dr. Cullen quickly stopped trying to pull me away as well, knowing it would do no good.

Today, I awoke next to my Edward. I ran my fingers through his hair and reveled in the look of peace on his face. I turned away, as I felt a cough bubble up in my throat and covered it the best I could. I had noticed the symptoms for awhile now, but I did not want to worry him. Two pairs of green eyes opened up to stare into my own and a faint smile graced his lips. He tried to hide the pain from me and I slowly leaned down to place a gentle kiss to his lips. Only moments later he was coughing, spitting up blood: he was growing weaker every day.

I knew something was wrong. Something in my gut told me it was the end. I pushed the feeling away as I cried silently, rubbing my sweet, sweet boy's back, whispering words of love and comfort. When he finished I helped wipe off his mouth and he stared up at me, he pale face etched into my memory and with great effort, he slowly reached his hand up to caress my cheek.

"I love you, my Bella. Forever," his words were weak.

"I love you too, my Edward," I kissed his palm and for a moment, the smile on his face was so glorious I forgot he was sick. And then I watched his eyes close and his hand slip away and I knew this was the end. With a strangled cry I jumped up from the bed and ran into the hallway, screaming for Doctor Cullen. It could have been seconds or it could have been hours, but Doctor Cullen had locked me out of the room, saying he would do everything he could to save my Edward, but I did not need to see it. He came out, a sullen expression on his face, and pronounced him dead.

I ran.

I ran for what felt like days, before finally stopping in a wooded area and falling to the ground and sobs racked my body. I screamed, cursing the world. It was hard to breathe and I knew I could not continue on. My world hat broken and my heart was dead with my green eyed boy. A noise started me and I turned to see a dark haired man stepping out of the trees, his eyes red and a smirk upon his face.

"Do you wish die, little one?" he took a step closer. A part of me was scared out of my mind but a bigger part, didn't have it in me to care. My heart and soul died the second Edward took his last breath and I wanted to follow.

"Yes."

For three days I withered in pain before waking up alone.