Twilight 25 Round 9

by eternallyedward

A collection of twenty five pieces of flash fiction, drabbles and one-shots all based on a central character. Each chapter is inspired by a word prompt. I chose Edward as the central character.

13. Chapter 13

The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt:Forgotten
Main Character: Edward
Rating:M
Word Count:406

Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine.

Stephenie Meyer owns it.

Thank you for reading:)

Edward cursed as he rummaged through the dusty attic, pulling out boxes and separating their contents into piles destined for either the dump or Goodwill. His grandfather had recently passed away, and it had been decided that his grandparents' house would be sold and his grandmother would come to live with Edward's family. Edward's father had assigned him the task of cleaning out the attic, which was chock full of fifty years' accumulation of, well...stuff. All manner of stuff: clothing, books, his father's old schoolwork. Behind a stack of boxes of old Christmas ornaments he found a leather trunk, long forgotten and pushed back under the eaves.

Dragging it out, he saw that the lid bore his grandfather's initials: EAC. Edward Anthony Cullen; the man for whom he had been named. Curious, he opened the lid, and found neatly tied stacks of letters inside. He almost set it aside, figuring that they must be love letters between his grandparents, and therefore should remain private. But the sender's name, written in a sprawling, feminine hand, caught his eye: Isabella Swan. That was not his grandmother's name.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he reached for a bundle of letters and untied it, taking the first one and slipping the pages out of the envelope.

The letter had been written when his grandfather was seventeen. It was a love letter; the affection that Isabella had had for her Edward was apparent in every word.

Edward found himself fascinated. There were dozens of letters, all chronicling the love between Isabella and his grandfather. He glanced through them, noting the postmarks. They spanned several years, right up until his grandfather had married his grandmother.

As Edward mulled over this part of his grandfather's past he'd never known about, he heard footsteps, then his father calling his name.

He stacked the bundles of letters back in the trunk, then closed the lid and pushed it behind some boxes. He'd take the trunk home with him and read the rest of Isabella's correspondence in private. It seemed that whatever had happened between her and his grandfather had stayed a secret all these years, and Edward intended to keep it that way.

"Find anything interesting, son?" His father crouched down next to him, looking over the mountains of boxes dubiously.

Edward smiled and shook his head. "Nah. A lot of stuff to be thrown out, some to donate. Nothing much of interest, really."