DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT

A/N: I haven't updated in a really long time. I'll make it up to you though. I hope no one has given up on this story :)

Edward and I locked elbows as we walked to service. He was leaving right after. It's both my family's and the Cullen's tradition to walk to church each Sunday, instead of riding in a buggy.

"I can't believe you are parting." I sighed.

He tightened his grip on me. "Neither can I." He was silent for a few seconds and then looks down at me. "Promise to write?" He asked.

My lips spread into a smile. "Of course. But isn't it hard to contact you?" I questioned.

He nodded. "Then I shall contact you first so you know where I am. But you must respond right away. Or else your writing may be lost." He grinned.

"What do you think will happen when we win?" I asked, hopeful. "When we get our independence?"

He shrugs. "Well, we'll be free obviously."

Esme slid the jacket onto Edward's shoulders as he prepared to go. Everyone kissed him as we stood in the yard. His horse waiting for him. I watched as he climbed onto the straddle.

He galloped into the woods. I sunk onto the dirt as the sound of the horse trotting faded in the distance. Rosalie lifted me up and we danced to the cotton fields around the house. I couldn't ask for a better friend. Well except Edward of course. I slid off my shoes to insure I wouldn't trash another heel. Multiple slaves stared at us as we jumped over bushes and got mud on the trim of our dresses. I bent over my knees to catch my breath when I spotted a water pail on a tree stump. I hid my devious smirk as I sprain towards. My fingers curled around the handle. Rosalie rounded the corner right as I threw it at her.

She closed her eyes as the dirty water seeped through her dress of seven layers and brought out the bun in her hair.

I started to run through the rows of laundry drying on wires. I slammed right into a slave boy playing in the grass. I stumbled onto the hard earth.

He jumped to his feet. "Ma'am I am dearly sorry."

I smiled. "It's fine. It wasn't your fault anyways." I patted his head. I noticed a lone flower mushed into the ground. I picked it up and leaned down to the boy. "Can you do me favor?" I asked. He nodded. "This flower is special. And it looks different than all the other ones. But there's nothing wrong with it. Promise me to keep it forever?" He smiled and took it out of my hand.

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Isabella!" Rosalie yelled as she ran closer. I smiled one last time and ran into the house.

It's been almost a week since Edward left. And I miss him terribly.

I carried the basket of eggs over my head as Rosalie and I walked down the street. Mother and Esme are trying to make a business out of selling eggs and milk and farm stuff like that. They left Rosalie and I to deliver the supplies to them until they hire workers. Which is why we are hauling food to town everyday after our studies. We finally make it to the store right as I'm about to collapse from exhaustion. It's a Saturday and the small space is swarming with people. We enter through the back because it leads right into storage. I shake out my arms after I deposit the eggs.

"Phew."

"Girls? Is that you?" Someone trilled.

"Yes." We said in unison. We laughed.

Mother came out. "Thank goodness. I thought thieves snuck in. We should really get a lock for that door in case." I sighed not having the patience to listen to her banter to herself. "Oh sweetie can you get the mail?"

I nodded. "Rosalie and I wanted to do some shopping. May I receive some money?" She rolled her eyes and slipped me twenty five dollars total.

Wow.

"Share that between you two." She scolded as she hurried back to the counter.

We walked back onto the dirt road. I walked into my favorite seamstress. "Hello girls." Mrs. Weber greeted us as we stood in front of her. She was in the middle of sewing something.

"Do you happen to have finished my bodice yet?" I asked. I rested my head over my hands on the high desk so I could see her.

She smiled. "Actually." She stuck her tongue out as she got one more stitch in. "I'm done."

Then the dress was sprawled onto the counter top.

It was very long and white. And then the top layer was green with a white floral print. The bust would be showed off and the sleeves were tight and ruffled. I grinned. "Thank you so much."

I pinned it against me and showed it to Rose. "Don't you just love it?"

I saw her lips about to quiver into a frown, but then she bit bottom lip. She turned and sat out on the porch of the shop.

Ever since she was... attacked, she's been wearing dresses that glide along the floor they are so long and they cover her arms and up to her neck. She even wore her bloomers to her ankles.

"Cost?" I asked.

"10." Mrs. Weber said looking away.

"10? That's quite a lot, is it not?"

"Isabella, times are tough. Things are not the same. Everything is changing before our eyes. And we all have to do our part with the war effort. Everything is more costly." I nodded my head and then click clacked out of the store.

We started to head to the post office. There was not a line so I retrieved my mail quickly. As I was going through I spotted one that said

Isabella Swan

My heart skipped a beat. Why would I be getting mail?

Rosalie led me to the harbor where the new girl Alice was sitting on our usual bench.

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