Rosalie's POV

United States of America

September 14th, 2010

"So what happened?" my great granddaughter Allie asked me while the family was sitting in the hospital room while I was lying on the bed. Allie was twelve with beautiful copper hair that hung down to her shoulders. Her parents, Edward and Elizabeth were standing up while Allie's grandparents, Henry and Olivia, were sitting down.

Henry McCarthy was born on January 14th, 1936 at the Masen Hospital during a stormy night. Royce was disappointed with the name choice but I told him that it was a perfect name for the baby. Henry grew up with an excellent education like his real father wanted for him and graduated from school in 1954. He worked in a factory and worked hard to earn money. He married his high school sweetheart, Olivia, three years later after he graduated from high school. They moved the America to find a descent home for them and to discover a different culture. Olivia gave birth to Elizabeth on July 3rd, 1960.

Elizabeth as well got a good education and married Edward Wellington on March 9th, 1995. Allie was born three years later.

"Well…the real war started three years later. Emmett, Edward, and Jasper fought and flew small airplanes across the sky…" I trailed off as my voice weakened. I coughed, reaching for my plastic cup of water. The doctor told me that any day now I was going to die, but I never knew when I was.

"Did Alice and Jasper ever get married?" Allie impatiently asked me.

"Yes, Alice and Jasper got married despite her father's opinion. They never had children because Jasper left for Germany and he died two years later. Alice did remarry, however, to a man her father approved after the war…I haven't heard from her since."

"What about Bella and Edward?"

"Edward survived the war and he and Bella are living…in Virginia to spend the remains of their lives together in peace. She gave up her promise and they have two children and five grandchildren," I rasped, panting to catch my breath. "It's amazing to know that they survived throughout war together."

"What about the evil Royce?"

"Royce died two months later after Henry was born. He committed suicide because he couldn't handle the responsibility he had to Henry. I attended his funeral as a widow."

"Did you marry Emmett? He's my great-grandfather right?"

I nodded slowly. "He is. Emmett returned home from Poland and got to see…Henry before he left for Germany. We never…got the chance to get…married because he died saving Jasper's life. He jumped in front of Jasper when a bullet was going straight to him. It was a miracle that Edward… survived but he still dwells over his… dead friends. I never got married because I knew no one could replace Emmett in my heart and he's always with me…"

"Allie, you better let Rosie rest," Elizabeth whispered to Allie. "She's very tired."

The door to my room opened as the nurse popped her head into my room. "Visiting hours is over so say goodnight. You can see her in the morning."

"Goodnight Rosie," Allie kissed me on the cheek. I gave her a small smile to see my beautiful granddaughter was still positive despite my illness.

"Goodnight Gram," Elizabeth kissed my forehead while Edward gave me a wave. The three musketeers—what I liked to call them—exited out of my room with Henry and Olivia remaining.

"Goodnight mum," Henry still had his British accent as he kissed me on the other cheek. He was in his sixties but he looked healthy for his age as well as Olivia. "I love you."

With a lot of effort, I pulled together to give him a big smile. "I love you too, Henry. Is there a chance you can stay a while?"

Henry looked over to his wife. "Can we stay Olivia?"

"Visiting hours is closed though," Olivia protested. I knew Olivia didn't like me so I knew she was thrilled to hear the news I was dying.

"How about I'll meet you in the car?" Henry suggested. "It won't take that long and I'll drive you home while you can sleep."

Reluctantly, she gave in a sigh. "Alrighty, I'll be in the car. Good night, Rosalie." She walked out of my room and shut the door behind her.

"Henry, I have things I wish for you to do for me when I'm gone—"

"Oh mum, don't say such things! I know you'll get better, I just know it!"

I placed my hand on his cheek. "You know, you remind me of your father. I wished he were here to see you all grown-up and happy. Speaking of your father, I want you to have this," I picked up weakly a picture frame with Emmett's picture in it. "So you know the existence of your father will never leave you."

"At least he knew I existed before he died," Henry tried to pull together a smile but failed. "Is there anything else that belonged to my father?"

"I have his memory box in my closet. It belongs to you and make sure you never sell any of it."

He let out a chuckle. "Try telling that to Olivia."

"I don't want you to sell them because his belongings are important to our family. Promise me you won't sell them," I croaked, hearing my voice collapsed.

"I promise, mum. Why are you telling me all of this tonight?"

"I want to die tonight to see Emmett," I explained to him. "It's a good time for me to join the other spirits."

"How do you know Emmett is a ghost, mum? Do you honestly believe in ghosts?"

I stared at him, letting out a heavy sigh. "Of course I do. I wouldn't have lived the past sixty years if I didn't."

There was a pause between us looking at each other. "What would you want me to tell Allie tomorrow?" he finally spoke.

"Tell her what happened and that I love her. When you eventually die, I want you to pass your father's belongings to Elizabeth as she does to Allie. No one else shall have these things outside our family," I rasped, noticing that my voice was practically gone.

He nodded. "Yes mum, whatever you say goes."

I reached for his hand. He placed his hand with mine automatically like he knew what I was thinking. I kissed his hands with my wrinkled up lips. "I love you, Henry. Also know that your father loves you too."

"I better take Olivia home. Goodnight mum," I watched Henry exit out of my room to never seen him again.

I looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the moments Emmett and I spent together decades ago.

I looked over the stack of letters from the war I kept next to the picture of Emmett, remembering the time of peace before the separation. I grabbed my journal I kept with me and wrote every moment I had with Emmett so when it came to this circumstance, I would die with a lit up heart. I turned to my first journal page, embarrassed about my hand writing.

September 20th, 1927

I sat on the grass with a blanket underneath me, serving tea to myself with a miniature teapot. I was ten years old with an imagination no one could interfer. I heard noises coming from a distance and to my liking, it was my friend Emmett. We was walking in his overalls and a blue shirt to make him a look like a barber.

"Hello Rosalie," he smiled as he apporached me with something in his hands.

"Hello Emmett, how are you today? Would you like some tea?"

"Nah, I'm fine. I have something for you," he gently pulled my hand to place a silver bracelet in my hand. "I made myself."

I beamed. "Thank you, Emmett. I'll cherish it forever."

The moment he gave me the bracelet, I knew there was a certain spark we were blind to see. My eyes welled up with tears, wanting to relive those memories instead of dying in my death bed. I lifted up the bracelet weakly to look at it. I saw scratches due to the age of the bracelet but it symbolized Emmett and me growing old together. I remembered the last thing he whispered to me before he headed to Germany. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have survived. You're the reason I had to survive, Rose. You're my purpose of living," he had told me on the docks.

I smiled, thinking that I wouldn't trade those memories for anything because they were only mine for my keeping. The last glimpse of Emmett replayed through my mind as I kept observing different parts of the bracelet. " If it weren't for you, I wouldn't...have survived. You're the reason I...had to survive, Emmett. You're my...purpose of...living."

I closed my eyes, drifting off into a pure blackness.

It was fun writing this story and I feel so sad that it's over ;-(

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