A/N: Before anyone says anything, I am not entirely sure if Forks existed in 1917 but it is in my story. Please no one criticise me. I do know how annoying it is if something is not quite right about history but for this story to work, Forks exists.

Also, I would like to apologise for the late update. I was away on holiday and forgot to post it before I left. I'm hoping to get the next chapter written and posted soon.

Emma

Another time, another place

Another rhyme, a warm embrace

Another dance, another way

Another chance, another day

-Another Day, RENT

24th October 1917

The wind was harsh against my bare skin: blasts of cold air smacked my cheeks leaving them a bright red. I was currently sitting in the trench, the ground hard for once due to the lack of rain this week, reading the strange letter I had received early this morning.

Exactly one week after writing my letter to Alice, I receive one from a Bella Swan explaining that my letter was sent to her by mistake. I was shocked to say the least. Confused was another feeling. Why had she written back? She could have ignored the letter all together and let me believe that Alice had received it. I would have sent another one to her today, regardless of whether or not she replied to my previous one. She often failed to do so, so it would not have been out of the ordinary.

I re-read her letter, a smile appearing on my lips.

20th October 1917

Dear Edward,

I do apologise for the messiness I claim as my hand writing. Ever since I could write I have been attempting to make it readable, so do forgive me.

So I suppose I should explain who I am. My name is Isabella Swan but please call me Bella. I am currently twenty two years old and single. I don't know why I told you I'm single but looks like I did. Moving on, I am still living at home with my parents Charlie and Renee Swan in Forks, Washington. I am an only child, although I would love a younger brother or sister.

Anyway, moving on from me (I don't like attention in any shape or form), I should probably explain to you why I have your letter. Well to be completely frank, I think your messenger may have mixed up your letters with my friend – and yours from the look of your letter, which I apologise for reading – Jasper Hale. Tom, the post man here, believes it happened for a reason, but fate is not something I believe in.

I guess I am only writing to request that you write to your sister and ask her to forward my letter to my address. It would be appreciated.

Thank you for allowing me to ramble, not that you could stop me, but beside the point.

Yours sincerely,

Bella Swan

I let me eyes wander slowly over her signature, her handwriting not nearly as bad as she made it out to be.

'Hey, Cullen, what you smiling at?' McCarthy shouted loudly, causing everyone to turn and look at me. I ducked my head, not enjoying the attention, before taking a deep breath and looking back up.

'Nothing, just reading my letter Alice sent me. She's just telling me of how Rose is cursing at you for the pain you are putting her through.' I said, laughing at Emmett's shocked face.

Rosalie King was Emmett's wife and carrier of his child. They found out she was five weeks pregnant before Emmett had to come back to duty – he had gotten time off for his wedding as did I as I was his best man. Coming back was hard for Emmett, harder knowing that he was leaving his wife alone whilst pregnant.

Lucky for us, Emmett made me force Alice to meet Rose and they two became friends quickly. For four years we were unaware that we lived only a few streets away from Emmett and Rosalie's home. They moved there just after they had got engaged, a house for their 'family' being more important than the wedding as Rose had said. Three years down the line, Emmett and I meet whilst on duty, have been friends since and here we are now: Emmett and I fighting in the same battalion, Rose and Emmett living a few streets away from my family's house, and Alice and Rose now best friends.

'I'm kidding Em, don't panic. Just laughing at Alice's stupid attempts at cracking some war jokes: she's failing miserably.' Emmett laughed and let the matter drop.

It wasn't that I was keeping Bella a secret, I just didn't want to tell anyone yet. I was curious as to what she would say if I wrote back. Would she be upset? Happy? Not completely sure, I wrote a letter anyway, my curiosity getting the better of me.

APOV

'Mum, dad, Edward's letter has arrived.' I shouted up the stairs. Moments later, two pairs of feet bundled down the stairs and the three of us were sitting in the living room while I read Edward's letter allowed.

'Dear Bella' I paused, confused beyond belief as to why Edward would refer to me as Bella. I looked up at my parents, Carlisle and Esme, to see them wearing the same confused look – until Carlisle spoke.

'Maybe he means beautiful? Bella is Italian for beautiful.' I smiled, knowing that could be a possibility.

How are you m'darlin? I hope you are keeping well without me there. It's been almost a year since I left you alone and I miss you everyday.

Life is tough out here as you've read from my previous letters. One of our comrades, Franks, died last night – guard duty. It's a scary thing. We were up and over the top advancing on the firing Germans before we could stop to even think about Frank's death. It was dark, but light enough to see where we were going. Although harder to aim, it's easier to hide and attack without being noticed in the darkness. It's our friend and foe.

I do hope Charlie is doing well. I remember that when you last wrote, you mentioned he was bed bound. I do miss him; please pass my love onto him and of course your mother as well. I miss them both. Keep me updated on your dad's progress, even the miniscule of information.

So today's the infamous anniversary of my parents death. Five years today they moved on. Can you believe I was only nineteen? – seems ages ago. It's been difficult today: the general had us checking and double checking our defences (a protocol after last night's events). It was awful as it meant I had peace to think. One day I'll see them again just hopefully not any time soon. I miss them, of course I do, but living is a priority in my situation.

Well darkness is once again falling and so I must go to sleep. We're up early again.

Miss you always darlin'

Love Jasper

Jasper? Who the hell was Jasper?