A/N: Hey guys! I apologise for the wait. I'm hoping now to post a chapter weekly, most likely a Friday perhaps. BUT don't take my word on it.

I felt this song went well with the chapter, although not entirely sure it's actually a song by the Kaiser Chiefs. I Googled songs lyrics with 'letter' and found this but when I went to Youtube the song, I failed to find it. Can someone let me know if it is actually a song and could you post a link of the video if you find one. Thanks.

So here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

I would like to write you a letter

It doesn't have to be very long, no

If you like I could write everyday, every night

To tell you how I'm getting on

If you like, you could write me a letter

Shouldn't think it'll be very long, no

If you like you could write everyday, every night

And tell me how you're getting on

-The Letter Song, Kaiser Chiefs

20th October 1917

'Bella dear, a letter from France has arrived.' I smiled as my mother handed me a crisp thin envelope. The handwriting on the front was the same as always: messy yet readable.

I knew who it was from, it was always from him. He never forgot to send me one. His penmanship was like any other guys – messy – but I had grown up with him so I was one of the few who could read it. Jasper Hale was my best friend. He was practically my older brother.

I was an only child. My parents, Renee and Charlie Swan both only wanted one child. As much as I loved having space and peace, I would have loved an older or younger brother. It was too late now. My father was ill, suffering from cholera. Bed ridden and frail looking, there was no way I was getting a younger sibling any time soon.

I thanked my mom and headed through to my parents small room. Sitting on the edge of my dad's bed, I checked his temperature and smiled softly when I saw his eyes flutter open.

'Morning sleepy.' I whispered. I received some mumbles back as he shifted around slightly before heading back to sleep. I lay my palm on his forehead, the heat worrying me but there was nothing I could do about it. It was too late for the doctor to do anything, not that we could afford treatment. I kissed him briefly on his forehead and headed out the room.

Padding bare foot down to my own room, I slipped in and closed the door behind me. It was the same routine I did every time I received a letter from Jasper. His stories made me sad yet I was always interested to know what he was up to. He left only six months ago yet I feel like I haven't seen him in years. I spend every day hoping he is okay, hoping he is safe, hoping he is alive. I wait patiently each week for his letter to arrive bringing me news of his well-being. I cherished that moment of each week.

I opened the letter slowly, being careful not to tear the stained paper.

17th October 1917

Dear Alice,

Time is tough out here without you. I miss you dearly my loving sister. I hope you are keeping well, as are Esme and Carlisle. I miss them too – make sure to let them know that.

So Franks passed away. He was on guard duty yesterday evening and the Germans shot him straight in the forehead as he peered over the top. Shocked us all but none of us had time to stop and think: our hats were on and our bayonets fixed before you could utter 'war'. The rain began to pour at that point, the solid dirty ground turning into thick, squelching mud making it difficult to run through. We did make it though, just and only lost one other. We managed to kill a few Germans lurking about in their trenches, but the commander ordered us back before we could go hunting for more.

McCarthy, Hale and I spent the remainder of the evening in silence, letting ourselves think in peace. I thought of home and mum's cooking – even with the simplest and smallest amount of ingredients she managed to always cook something delicious. The food here doesn't compare to it. Is there any chance of you perhaps sending some of mother's cakes?

I do miss you guys so much. I still wear that bracelet you made me – remember, the one made out of different coloured ribbons? Sounds girly, but it remind me of you and of home.

Well unfortunately I have to finish up. It's almost dark and therefore, I would be unable to see what I was writing. I'm up early: I'm on morning watch. I shall be careful.

Love to you always Alice and pass it on to mom and dad.

Edward

xxx

Edward? Who was Edward? I looked at the envelope again and read that it was my address written on the front. I checked inside the envelope in case there was anything else. Nope, nothing.

Urgh! I had been sent the wrong letter and had no idea who to forward it too. Another problem: my letter had been sent somewhere else. God, I hope Jasper never wrote anything embarrassing in it. Thoughts of Jasper made me re-read a certain part of the letter again: McCarthy, Hale and I spent the remainder of the evening in silence. Hale – that was Jasper's last name. The messenger must have gotten the letters mixed up.

I thought for a moment on what to do but I came up with an idea: write a letter back to this Edward and send it back with the original letter - to his sister Alice - in it. That way he can send the letter to his sister. Grabbing a sheet of paper from the small table in my room, I found a pencil and began to write.

Half an hour later and the letter was popped into a new envelope, with the original letter from Edward as well, and addressed. I mumbled to my mom that I was away to the post office around the corner. She didn't even acknowledge me as she sat on the rocking chair in her room humming to herself as she did some cross stitch, watching my dad sleep peacefully.

I slipped my jacket on and wandered out into the cool air. Although it was only October, there was a strong wind caring a cool breeze. The letter was tucked into my jacket pocket.

I walked slowly down the street, the time almost hitting midday. The streets were busy with people as they too wandered aimlessly, some shopping, others chatting quietly to each other. A group of kids, not much younger than me, were huddled around the round-a-bout in the park just across the road, their laughter echoing in the silence of the streets. It was calming.

'Good afternoon Tom.' I said when I walked into the small post office.

'Good afternoon Isabella.' He said cheerily.

'Tom, you know it's Bella. I only ever get called Isabella if I'm getting in trouble.' I sighed. I had to tell him every time I walked into the shop.

'Sorry Bella. What can I do for you today?'

I passed him the letter and some money. 'Can you post this for me please?'

'Sure Bella. Another one for Jasper is it?' I shook my head. 'Who is it for today then?' He questioned, genuinely curious.

'A man names Edward. The messenger got the letters and envelopes muddled up. I received his letter for his sister while I'm guessing she received mine from Jasper. The funny thing is that Edward and Jasper are in the same battalion and actually know each other. So felt it would be polite to write back to Edward, with his letter too send to Alice, his sister.'

Tom just laughed and smiled knowingly at me. 'Its not the first time it's happened Bella, but for all you know, it could be a good thing that they were mixed up.'

I smiled at him and thanked him before walking out the shop confused. What ever did he mean? What good could come of me being sent the wrong letter?

Oh boy, if only I knew what was in store for me.

A/N: I hope you like it. Please do review and comment on what you liked/disliked. All feedback is welcome, even criticism: it will make me a better writer.

I have already started to write the next chapter so hopefully, I may have this one up on this Friday. If not, i'll have it up as soon as possible. Thank you :)