AN:I am very sorry for taking a while to update. I received my copy of Breaking Dawn on the 2nd of August...as I'm sure many people did. I spent 12 hours total (roughly) reading it. Afterwords, I had band camp the next week, from 9 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and I was exhausted when I got home. The following week, I started school, and various practices. You combine all of this, and an extremely bad case of writer's block, and I just couldn't come up with an update. So I finally have one for you guys...it's short and sweet, but an update nonetheless. I will not be able to update as often as I used to, I might be able to once a week, but this was meant to be a short story, and in all truth, it's almost done. Thanks again for your patience!

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

Disclaimer-I do not own Twilight...that honor belongs to Stephine Myer.

Chapter 6

After that night, I almost didn't even want to look at the journals. Oddly enough, Edward acted the exact same way. I wondered though, if his reasoning was the same as mine. In all truth, I really just wanted to think, instead of swarm my mind with even more confusing details.

Apparently the Volvo needed an oil change, and since cars are very low on my list of interests, I turned down Edward's invitation to accompany him. Of course, I also wanted to stay home and come up with more theories. It seems like Edward knew that, despite the fact my mind was blank to him. He had simply nodded, and left the room swiftly, leaving me alone in my thoughts.

I laid back on the pillow and closed my eyes, dragging the cold sheets over my face. For quite some time, I simply focused on breathing. Finally, I moved the blankets, and opened my eyes, starring blankly at the patterns in the ceiling of Edward's bedroom.

If I was certain of anything, it was that Isabella Lark looked, acted, and besides the fact she lived in a completely different century, talked, just like me. But, I wasn't exactly certain of how this could be possible. Mere coincidence was a possibility, along with an endless list of others. I also thought that it could be highly possible she was an ancestor of mine. A cousin...or a Great-Great Grandmother.

I shivered at the thought of that idea. Edward, in love with my Great-Great Grandmother...Ew.

However, no matter what theory I thought of, none of them really made sense. I even gave up at one point, snatching Edward's journal from the nightstand. I read through almost twenty pages, and learned nothing to support any of my theories. All Edward wrote about was how wonderful being rich was, the weather, and how in love he was with Isabella. Nothing was making any sense to me.

I was growing quite fustrated, and because of this, I careless tossed the journal I was holding onto the floor, as I reached for the other journal containing the pictures. But this journal didn't provide me with any evidence either. Except, of course, pictures of Isabella...merely more proof of how alike we could be. I almost didn't realize it when I turned the page and saw that the next page was blank. In that short amount of time, I had seen all of the pictures Edward had saved in the small leather journal.

I sighed and reached down on the floor, to pick up the other journal that I had so carelessly thrown there earlier. Surely, there had to be something in here to support at least one of my theories.

An hour passed and I had learned that Edward was on his way to college to become a lawyer himself, and that him and Isabella were engaged to be married as soon as they both turned eighteen.I also learned that the draft for war had been lowered to age eighteen, and that Edward's mother was extremely worried that her only son would die in the deadly World War. Despite all this however, I still hadn't found a single piece of evidence I was looking for.

I was getting ready to give up, and just side with the mere coincidence theory...when I turned the page just to read one more entry. I saw the opening line...and gasped.

September 2, 1918

Isabella. My future wife. My love. My life. My world. Is dead.

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Hazl