Edward

The final bell had just rung and I headed out to the car to meet up with my family. They were all already there.

Want me to drive Edward so you can get out of the car quicker? Alice asked me through her thoughts. All I did was nod. I'll drop you off wherever you say stop at.

I slightly smiled at her and got into the passenger seat with Alice getting in the front seat. The others didn't say anything. They just went with it. Alice pulled out of the parking spot and then pulled of the slight hill the school was on. We drove about a mile and a half when I told her to pull over.

"Tell Carlisle one word." I said and took a deep breath, that I didn't needed, because normally I tell him myself because I normally don't go to school on this day but I made myself. I know when I say the word I have to say the others will get closer to where I go. "Tell him Chicago." After that I sped out the car and headed straight to the meadow.

It took me about two or three hours running since it was so far from Forks. I walked to the middle and sat down. It didn't look as beautiful as it did with Isabella with me. I laid back and closed my eyes, picturing her with me. This time I didn't think about her chocolate eyes or how her cheeks would blush. I thought about maybe, if she had gotten sick too and Carlisle knew we were engaged, how she would look like one of us. With her paler skin then how it was, golden eyes from feeding off of animals. How it would feel like to spend forever with her. To never lose her to sickness like she thought she lost me to.

I stood up and walked the path that was still there and walked straight into town. It was a lot different now. But mine and Isabella's houses were still there. No one lived in them. They believed Isabella's was haunted for some reason. I could never get the story out of them and people didn't really like to come around me if they could help it.

I walked straight up the steps running my hand up the banister. I walked to the door and opened it. I looked like the pieces of my past I could remember and every piece involved her, the table where I asked my mother for her ring, and the parlor where we would just sit and read and talk. Going farther into the house I walked up the stairs and went straight to the attic. I pulled down the string to the folded up ladder and walked up them.

I looked around at all the boxes that were just crammed up here. Some boxes had faded wording on them and others didn't have words at all. I went to the closest box and opened it. It had some old clothes like dresses, shirts, trousers, some jewelry and diamonds. I could only guess that these were my mothers and fathers things. I looked around and saw something covered up with a cloth and walked over to it. I pulled the cloth off and my dead heart broke. It was a painting of me and Isabella. We were smiling it was before the sickness hit. I'm pretty sure I was about sixteen and she was just fifteen. I lightly touched her face and brought my hand back. I looked at myself and saw that in the painting I had my bright Emerald eyes.

I turned away to look through more boxes. I walked to one that had writing on it and it said 'Edward Mason' I opened the box and saw a few books, papers, and what looked like a journal. I picked up the papers and they looked like notes being past between people by how much they are crinkled. Like someone kept folding and on folding them. I put them back into the box and stood up. I didn't realize how much time had passed and when I went back down the ladder with the painting and the box full of my things it was twilight. I knew I would need someone to come and get me because I couldn't carry both of these things and with that thought I heard a knock.

I walked to the door and opened it. Carlisle was standing there.

"Alice said you would need someone at your old house. Since I was the only one to really know where you lived I volunteered." He said and I nodded.

"There are a couple things I wanted to bring with me and I couldn't carry them and run at the same time." I said and led him into the house where the ladder was still down. The box and painting was at the end. I ran up the ladder grabbed a cloth and threw it over the painting before Carlisle could see it. I would show everyone when I got home. It was time for them to know why I always leave.

"There are more boxes up in the attic that say my name if you could grab those and bring them to your car." I said and he nodded. I took the first box and the painting out and put them into the back seat of his Mercedes. I walked back inside and saw Carlisle coming back down the stairs with four boxes and took them to his car. I went up and grabbed the first box I looked in and went back down. When I came back next year I would grab more. This was enough for now. I put the box down and closed the ladder back up.

I picked up the box and saw Carlisle in the doorway waiting.

"Got everything you wanted?" He asked and I nodded. We walked out and I put the box in the back seat with the first box and the painting while Carlisle got into the driver's seat. I got into the passenger seat and we drove off.

It took about seven hours having to stop for gas to get home. When we pulled up in front of the house Esme ran and hugged me then turned to Carlisle to hug and kiss him. I opened the back door and pulled out the painting and first box while Carlisle opened the trunk and started getting the boxes from there. Esme grabbed the last one that was in the back seat and took inside to put it in my room. I went straight to my room and laid the box down but I didn't let go of the painting. Carlisle came into the room with the last box and laid it on my couch and walked out after putting his hand on my shoulder.

I knew I had to tell them about it, where I have been going for the past ninety years on this very day. So I held on to the painting and went down stairs and into the family room where everyone was.

"What's that Edward?" Esme asked.

"I'll get to that Esme." I said with a small smile. I went into the dining room and grabbed a chair so I could put the painting on it.

"I think it is time for all of you to know where I go every year on this day. In the car you heard me say Chicago. As you all know that is where I used to live back in the early nineteen hundreds. As you also know I was born in 1901 and I was turned in 1918 due to the sickness that was going around. But what you all don't know is how I got sick and that there was a girl named Isabella Marie Swan." I paused when I heard the girls gasp.

Why didn't you tell me? I heard Carlisle thinking.

"I didn't want you to regret. There was no hope for me anyway and she was immune to it. My father, I think, was the first one to get sick and he died a week after he had it. My mother came home when I was in the Kitchen with Isabella. She knew that we needed some time alone and left. A couple days after the funeral I asked my mother for her engagement ring that my father gave to her, as you know getting married at a young age was common back then. She gave me the ring and I went and got Charlie's blessing. I said a big speech too. He gave it to me and when Isabella got home from the market I took her somewhere I only knew about. It was a meadow not far away from town and that is where I proposed to her and she said yes. Then it all went downhill. My mother got sick and we were constantly visiting. For awhile everyone thought were both immune to it, Isabella and I. Until I started getting sick. I admitted myself and sent someone to get her. When she got there I tried to get her to stay away but when she said both of her parents were sick and that she would be here anyway, I couldn't fight her anymore. She was too stubborn. I don't really remember much else but I found this in the attic of my old house." I said and removed the cover. I heard gasps but I didn't turn to see who did. I was looking at the picture of Isabella.

"She's beautiful Edward." Esme whispered and I couldn't stop the small sad chuckle.

"She would have disagreed with you. She thought she was so plain and normal. She even said once that she didn't deserve me." I said finally turning around.

"You loved her very much didn't you? I can feel it from you, the agony of not seeing her, the love from just even seeing a picture of her. " Jasper asked and I looked at him and said,

"I still do."