She froze; her thin, tall body just like stone except her hair which was lightly flying from the cold breeze. Her eyes widened as shock consumed her beautiful features. It was horrible and it felt like her eyes were betraying her. Something plunged in her stomach and tightness came over her chest. It had to be a trick of light, a mirage, yet it was as clear as day, etched on the weathered gravel stone.

Elise Andrea Fulton Black

Born: February 21, 1901

Died: October 3, 1918

Loving daughter; memorable friend;

May the heavens watch over her always & forever.

She opened her mouth but closed it, having nothing to say. Speechless, she bent down and traced her fingers on the etched words. Her name was Elise Andrea Black, no doubt about it and it said little but droplets of tears began to roll down her eyes. It was all confusing, all too sudden and she couldn't describe the feeling, the feeling of happiness, perhaps? Since she'd been able to find out a piece of who she was? Or was it sadness, on not knowing what she had done in that time of her life, knowing only what was written.

Smooth fabric rubbed against her skin as Edward enveloped her in his arms, neither of them wanting to speak. She leaned closer to him, kneeling on the wet grass and inhaling his scent; she felt relaxed like that, his arms wrapped around her body as he pressed himself against her as they crouched on the grass, their boots and jeans muddy but neither of them caring one bit, the scene seemed perfectly right at the time and they both closed their eyes, a smile grazing their flawless features. It was definitely a feeling neither one of them had expected at that moment.

Elise? He called unto her and her eyes fluttered open as if to come back to reality. Her ocean eyes gazed upon his amber ones just inches away from her.

Yes?

Are you…Surprised? I know it's all hard to take in He asked, motioning to the gravestone in front of them.

Surprised, happy, everything. It's just lifting, really. Knowing a little piece of me etched on stone out here in Chicago.

So you remember.

Her smile vanished as she shook her head. No.

His heart seemed to drop by her statement but tried his best to smile, brushing a piece of stray raven lock out of her face. Who knew you'd be here as well?

Did you ever think we knew each other long ago? She asked all of a sudden, her eyes had a sort of glaze on them as she tried to reminisce on her childhood, on what happened before this terrible journey that would last forever.

He was taken aback by the statement but tugged on a grin and mysteriously uttered the word maybe.

She furrowed her eyebrows, she believed him. "Really now." She asked, too curious for her own good.

Edward regretted his answer but couldn't help but blame her as well since she started the whole topic about the two of them. Great, the day hadn't ended yet, nor did his plan and her she was going to poke and prod her way until he gave up and told her something he'd regret in the end.

"You're keeping something from me." She whined as she gave him a look and stood up brushing her dark jeans that hugged her long legs perfectly.

"Why do you always think that?" Avoiding the question was his plan in mind but Elise could see through that.

He stood up as well and smirked as he said again, "Why do you always want to know everything?"

She gave him a playful glare as she walked away from him, looking at the other graves. "I wonder if my father's here." She muttered to herself.

"Name?"

"Chrostopher."

"Christopher?"

"Chrostopher."

"That's a strange name." He said with a laughing smile but she only looked away as if she was still angry.

"You can't be angry just because I wouldn't tell you something."

"Oh I am. If we were friends before, what's wrong with telling me now?"

"I never said we were friends." They were definitely more than that.

"Well, you implied it."

"I was just teasing you, Elise." Lies.

She only sighed as to put it all aside since apparently, she thought she was just making a big fuss about nothing but a careless joke on Edward's part.

"It wasn't a nice joke."

Edward tried to look his best, at being crestfallen.

"My apologies." He murmured.

She gave him a small smile before pointing to the clump of graves before them. If Edward had a beating heart, it would've skipped a beat at that moment when he saw his parent's grave and not to mention, even his own.