September 20th 1918
Another month.
My thoughts seemed to only think of Edward. I haven't seen him since that uneventful night.
Luckily, the engagement between Michael and I was broken. Instead, I was sent off to travel a bit with my mother. We went to Italy for a bit. It was beautiful, very beautiful. But traveling did not keep my mind off things.
We've just came back home yesterday evening. I've talk to mother about what my thoughts were in Italy. My thoughts about Edward.
At first, she was angry, but then after my constant pleas, she finally gave in.
"Alright," she had said during brunch one morning. "I'm afraid I can't keep you forever."
With that, we came back home.
"Father!" I happily ran to my father and gave him a big hug.
"Bella!" He said cheerfully. "Good to have you back. How was your trip?"
"Just wonderful." I pulled away, smiling. "Mother has finally agreed."
"Agreed?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! About Edward and I!" I said a little too enthusiastic.
My father's suddenly frowned. "Bella..."
"What? Do you not approve now?" I gasped.
He sighed. "Something awful happened while you were away..."
"Awful? What father?" I said anxiously.
"Edward's father died from the Spanish Influenza early this month. And now, Edward's mother and Edward himself have caught the illness as well."
"The influenza?" My voice was blank with disbelief.
He nodded sadly. "The plague of our century, they call it."
I started to feel sick. I tried to breathe normally. "Where is he?"
"At the hospital---you can't go Bella!" he said as I turned around toward the door.
"Please, father. I have to. Edward needs me." I choked. Tears suddenly forming.
"Ward Three." he finally said. With that I ran out the door.