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Spoilers: There may be small spoilers from all of the books.

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Chapter 5

"Isabella?" I choked out. I almost didn't believe Edward. I thought that perhaps he was just joking with me, and that the name of this girl that Edward had obviously found very attractive, was something different than the name he just said.

He only nodded...and pointed right to my very own name, written on the page in Edward's fine handwriting.

"Do you remember her?" I asked Edward, still not believing that this was truly happening...that it had been happening...at some point in time.

"Oddly...yes." He said running his hand through his hair...almost as if he was trying to think. "I remember small details...like how my mother and father looked, and what our house looked like."

"And you remember her...Isabella?" I asked.

"Yes." Edward said simply. "I do remember her...now."

"What do you mean...now?"

"If you never would have found these two journals...I never would have remembered a thing about her. But as I was reading about the housewarming party, I could almost picture it, and see it...and her."

"Read on Edward." I told him...wanting to learn more.

"Here...you read for a while." He said, pushing the journal over towards me. I picked up the journal in my hands and started reading from where Edward had left off.

I shook her hand as well, and I saw our mothers smile at one another, as if they were planning something.

"She's a beautiful young lady." My mother had commented about Isabella Lark.

With that our mothers walked away, leaving me with the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my entire life. She looked up at me, with deep brown eyes. Her brown hair was pulled up into a bun, with a few stray curls hanging around her face. I tried to think of something to say to her, but words would not form in my mind.

"That's a very nice suit" She had said, breaking the silence between us.

I had thanked her, and told her she looked very beautiful. She shook her head and smiled, taking a step closer to me.

"I am very hard to impress." She had said, which had confused me...but it only took me a spilt second to see her point.

"Well then...I guess I'll try my best." I had told her. She had smiled at me and then walked right by, leaving me to stare after her. I wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but I knew it was something good.

I think I may have fallen in love today.

I looked over at Edward, and noticed the slight smile that seemed to be creeping onto his face.

"I remember all of that. Every single word she had said to me, and every word I said back...I remember it."

I was curious...so I reached over onto the table beside me, thumbing through the pages in the journal that contained the pictures. I scanned the pages that Edward used to describe each snapshot, searching for the name Isabella written in the fine script that I had grown to know so well over the past few years. After what seemed liked ages...I found what I was looking for. Edward's description of the picture that was placed gently in between the journal's pages...said that the picture was of Isabella Lark..the love of his life.

I removed the picture from the journal with weak, shaking hands. Even though it felt as light as air, the picture seemed to weigh a hundred pounds. I slowly turned it over.

When I had flipped the picture around, I screamed, and threw it right at Edward's face. I could tell he was extremely puzzled by my reaction.

However his expression immediately changed from a look of a confusion to a look of surprise as he too, took a slight glance at the old photograph.

Looking at the picture of Isabella Lark...to me was like looking in a mirror.

"Bella." Edward whispered.

"Yes Edward."

"She's...you."

"I know." Was all I managed to say. My throat suddenly felt dry, I was finding it hard to breathe.

The picture of Isabella Lark...showed her sitting on the front porch steps of Edward's house. Her hair was the exact way Edward had described it, up in a bun with a few stray curls. But other than her outdated hairstyle...she was me. But I had no idea how she was me.

Edward handed me the picture back, and I quickly tucked it back inside the second journal's pages...almost not wanting to ever look at it again. The fact that I looked just like the girl that shared my name, bothered me, and I wasn't quite sure why.

Without saying a word, Edward reached over me, and took the other journal back. He turned the page just as gently as I had done, and read the next entry aloud to me.

August 2nd-15 years old

Isabella is in love with me too.

She told me that she never thought she would ever fall in love so young, or with someone who was as quiet as I was. I never would have thought when I saw her that day at my mother's party, that she was more social than shy. She had warned me so many times that going after her would be a bad idea. She told me that a nice young man like me, would never want to be romantically involved with someone like her. I tried to convince her otherwise. It took me a while, but yesterday, I finally got her to admit that she loved me back.

Over the past month...Isabella and I have become good friends. Our mothers have also struck up a strong friendship since the house warming party in July. I was over at Isabella's house with my mother the other day, when Isabella asked me to come on a walk with her. I of course agreed to her proposal.

I asked her the question that I ask her every time I see her. I asked her if she loved me yet. Normally she would shake her head and smile, whispering my name repetitively...and then nothing more than that. Other times, when she wasn't having such a good day, she would just sigh, and say nothing to me for several days at a time. But this time was different. This time, when I asked her if she loved me yet, she simply looked and me and said "Edward. I have always loved you."

I didn't know what to say, so I only smiled. She smiled at me as well and said. "Oh Edward...you don't know what you are getting yourself into."

I told her I didn't care, as long as she was with me every step of the way, until the day I died. Her response to that was laughter, which is normally her response to anything.

"It's true." I had told her. " I promise someday, when we are older...I will make you my wife."

She smiled, and shook her head once more, and said, "I am looking forward to it."

So am I.

"Wow...Edward...you two were really in love."

"Yeah." Edward said...smiling at me. "We are."

"Are you referring to you and Isabella...or you and me?"

"Bella." Edward said, closing the journal and setting it on the table beside him. "Don't you realize something?"

"What?"

"You are Isabella."

"How Edward?" I asked, as he moved closer to my face, gently rubbing my cheek with his hand.

"I just know. Who else would I ever fall in love with...ever?" He asked, as he gently kissed me.

I found myself lost in his kiss, searching for the right words to say.

He pulled away from the kiss, less than an inch away from my face.

"I think we've read enough for today...get some sleep love."

He kissed me once more, and I merely nodded, before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, dreaming that I was a lawyer's daughter, walking with Edward...with our future in fate's hands.

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Hazl