A/N: Yet again I don't own the characters!!!
The World Wags On
Two years later the Great War started, it was the biggest, most dangerous and terrifying war to date. It is now Christmas. Izzy still resides in Avonlea keeping the general store for Muriel, while the rest of the Pettibones live in Halifax. She is visiting the for the holiday.
Meanwhile in Avonlea the Kings get the best Christmas present they ever had. After being MIA for a while Felix comes home.
Izzy was sitting in her room in Halifax on Christmas Eve looking over the letters Felix had sent her. Of course they had stopped after he went MIA. Izzy was reading them with tears in her eyes, she wondered what would have happened if she had told him she cared for him as more than a friend. "Why didn't you do it?" said the voice in her head. "You knew that you might never see him again, why didn't you take that chance?"
Ever since Felix went missing Izzy became a shell of her former self, she was numb. She hardly ever ate and she was getting paler and paler with time, she had lived what felt like a hundred years. Her family was growing more and more concerned about her. She kept thinking about the "what-ifs" when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she said in a voice slightly higher than a whisper.
The door opened and Arthur stepped in. He looked at his sister, sad at what he saw. Her hair messed and all over her head and face, her brown eyes had a haunted look and her face was a deathly white. She was beyond unhealthy. "Iz, you want to talk about anything-about Felix?"
"No, Arthur, I just want to be left alone," replies Izzy.
"Iz, you've been left alone far too long, I know that you think Felix is dead and you're mourning for him, but Izzy you are alive and there is a chance he is too."
"Do you think he could be alive?" asked Izzy hopefully.
"I honestly do, there is always a chance."
"Thank you, Arthur," said Izzy as she got up from her bed to give her brother a hug. "Now just let me think by my self for a bit."
"Alright Iz," Arthur said as he left her room closing her door behind him.
Izzy sat down with a smile. "Arthur's right, he could be alive." She got up then walked over to her mirror and looked with surprise at her reflection, pulled a chair up close, grabbed a brush and sat down, this would take a while.
The World Wags On
Two years later the Great War started, it was the biggest, most dangerous and terrifying war to date. It is now Christmas. Izzy still resides in Avonlea keeping the general store for Muriel, while the rest of the Pettibones live in Halifax. She is visiting the for the holiday.
Meanwhile in Avonlea the Kings get the best Christmas present they ever had. After being MIA for a while Felix comes home.
Izzy was sitting in her room in Halifax on Christmas Eve looking over the letters Felix had sent her. Of course they had stopped after he went MIA. Izzy was reading them with tears in her eyes, she wondered what would have happened if she had told him she cared for him as more than a friend. "Why didn't you do it?" said the voice in her head. "You knew that you might never see him again, why didn't you take that chance?"
Ever since Felix went missing Izzy became a shell of her former self, she was numb. She hardly ever ate and she was getting paler and paler with time, she had lived what felt like a hundred years. Her family was growing more and more concerned about her. She kept thinking about the "what-ifs" when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she said in a voice slightly higher than a whisper.
The door opened and Arthur stepped in. He looked at his sister, sad at what he saw. Her hair messed and all over her head and face, her brown eyes had a haunted look and her face was a deathly white. She was beyond unhealthy. "Iz, you want to talk about anything-about Felix?"
"No, Arthur, I just want to be left alone," replies Izzy.
"Iz, you've been left alone far too long, I know that you think Felix is dead and you're mourning for him, but Izzy you are alive and there is a chance he is too."
"Do you think he could be alive?" asked Izzy hopefully.
"I honestly do, there is always a chance."
"Thank you, Arthur," said Izzy as she got up from her bed to give her brother a hug. "Now just let me think by my self for a bit."
"Alright Iz," Arthur said as he left her room closing her door behind him.
Izzy sat down with a smile. "Arthur's right, he could be alive." She got up then walked over to her mirror and looked with surprise at her reflection, pulled a chair up close, grabbed a brush and sat down, this would take a while.