May 8th 1918

My father died yesterday while my mother was still in grief but trying to strive to stay alive. Aileana was close to dying yesterday but Dr. Cullen saved her life with medication and an inhaler. I was the strongest out of my entire family but I grown worse. I could barely get out of the bed without coughing. I—I can't write anymore. My lungs—they are—bye.

May 10th 1918

I'm sorry for not continuing my passage two days ago. I was close to dying with my lungs tightening that it was impossible to finish. I didn't feel well at all yesterday and today I feel worse. My mother died yesterday in her sleep without any screams of agony in her room. Aileana and I—are—I can't fin

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June 20th 1918

I died two days ago as a human. For days, I couldn't even finish the date and a week ago, I couldn't even write the "M" or "J". Now I have become a monster beyond my widest dreams. I have become a life sucker. I have become a vampire. My scents are more powerful than a bloodhound, my ears are more powerful than a lion, and my sight is more powerful than eagle. I live to kill innocent people for my thirst that I can't control. Why am I living this?

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Bella's POV

WHAT HAPPENED TO AILEANA???!!! I was bewildered that it was the last page and yet nothing happened to Aileana. Did she die? Is she alive? It was the day Edward and Renesmee were supposed to return from Disneyland so I am going to start questioning him. I was outraged that he would leave out the detail of the girl he loved.

I scent his presence about to enter into the front door. I placed everything except the journal back into the box, placing it onto of the shelf. I heard thumping coming up the stairs as I kneeled on my knees on the carpet. I heard him tuck in Renesmee, giving her a kiss goodnight. I heard footsteps coming closer and closer towards the door. I heard the knob twist a little bit until it was finally opened.

"Why didn't you tell me about this journal?" I snapped at him, not even daring myself to look at him.

"What journal?" he asked casually.

"Don't act confused, the journal of what you wrote when you were human. The memories you shared with Jack, Hunter, Aileana, how can you forget about that," I turned around to face him, "We have been married for almost a year and you didn't tell me about this! We never hide things from each other! Tell me what happened to Aileana, Jack, Hunter, and your baseball team."

He looked down, looking like he was in pain. He took in an unnecessary sigh. "Jack Williams died March 5th 1995 from a heart attack since he started smoking when he was twenty. He got married five times and divorced all his wives since they kept bugging him about his addiction. Andy Wilson died in 1959 from a car crash that wasn't his fault. He was happily married to this beautiful woman name Cheryl Hoff, and she died a day later by suicide. Tommy is still alive, living in a retirement home in New York, telling kids about the early 1900's for schools all around the globe. He's married with two sons and five grand children. He never did drugs so he's 105 now, still living healthy. James and Johnny Smith both died in different times. James died in 1977 and Johnny died in the 1969, both died by suicide due to their jail record from raping girls. Greg Pavilion died from lung cancer in 1972 while Tony Pavilion died of head damage from falling of a horse in 1988. Hunter died in 1966 from falling off a roof, repairing a roof for a young couple. He died without being married or having a girlfriend. Aileana—she died two months ago in Italy with her granddaughter name Abby. She died peacefully in her bed from old age. I was devastated when I heard but she did survive the Spanish Influenza since I begged Carlisle to take care of her 24/7 so she would live. There, you know the truth. I do love her but now in a different way. I love her as she was my sister but I love you more than my own life. I was seventeen and stupid and yet I'm seventeen and still stupid. The point I'm trying to prove is no one is going to take your place."

"Can we visit her grave?" I asked him, hoping he would say yes.

"Yes, anytime we want."

"Lets go then."

"It's late, we can go tomorrow when the cemetery is open."

"Okay, that's fine, tell me more of your life as a human that wasn't mentioned in the journal."

Edward's POV

This was so difficult for me, to see my old love burried underneath my feet. I was in a tuxedo while Bella was in plain clothes since she refused to dress up. We left Renesmee with Carlisle and Esme so Bella and I can go there in peace. She was actually buried here in Washington, 30 miles away from Forks. It was where she met her husband (I read about it).We were standing right in front of her grave that said:

Aileana Nelson Morgan

August 3rd 1901-May 3rd 2009

Loving wife, devoted mother, beautiful woman

Lived an amazing life as a History Teacher

Died of old age in her sleep

I wanted to shed a tear reading that grave stone. I loved Bella with all of my heart but I couldn't speak my last words in front of her. "Bella, can I meet you at the car?" She placed a rose with no thorns on her grave and nodded. She walked away leaving me stare at the gravestone.

I took in a sigh and released. "Hello Aileana. It is I, Edward Masen, but in this case Edward Cullen. I remember when we first met. It was at one of my baseball games and you called me "Eddie". I wrote that in my journal from the time we met until the day we parted. How am I alive? I'm a monster. I don't have time to explain but I will soon. I'm happy we survived but believe me that you wouldn't want to become what I am right now. That's why I didn't try to find you. Aileana, I cared too much about you to do anything about it and I'm sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about you or our moments together on the lake or the baseball park. I thought I wouldn't find love again but I was wrong. I found my wife and I have now my child. I didn't write everything down like I would have wanted to because I thought we would be together forever that we would tell our children and grandchildren our stories, but I wrong again. You must know that you are always my first love and my human years are unforgettable because of you. I place this rose as a sign of your beauty and my love that I had for you and still have. I must go now but I'll try to visit you as much as possible and hopefully that one-day we would be together again."

~The End~

I wanted to cry at Edward's words. I hoped you liked the last chapter.