TWILIGHT & THE NOTEBOOK CROSSOVERS. YOU JUST GOTTA LOVE BOTH! :D
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT NOR THE NOTEBOOK:
Isabella was looking out the window, watching a man row a boat across the wide river. She heard the door open and she turned around.
"Isabella, dear, someone is here to see you," said her nurse.
Isabella smiled and said,"Well, who is it?"
Rachel, her nurse, replied,"it's Anthony, again, he's here to read to you."
Isabella was currently suffering from senile demensia. She had forgotten her past, and yet it seemed it had not forgotten her. Anthony read to her every week, keeping her entertained.
Isabella saw a man as old as her, with white hair and beautiful emerald eyes, walk in the room. He held a small journal in one hand and a pair of spectacles in the other.
"Good morning, Isabella." he said. His old voice had traces that it was once smooth. So smooth, it could be compared to velvet.
"Why hello," she said "I assume you are Mr. Anthony?"
He nodded and smiled a strangely familiar smile to Isabella.
"Where would you like for me to read to you?" He asked.
"Right here would be fine," gesturing to the chair across from her.
The man named Anthony sat down on a chair, quite graceful for an aged man. He put on his spectacles, opened the journal and began to read out loud to her:
"Our story begins in the eve of June 6, 1940. It was the night of the summer carnival..."
IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE REVIEW. I'LL TRY TO MAKE A NEW CHAPTER BY TOMORROW. I'M RATHER BUSY BECAUSE OF SCHOOL PREPARATIONS(: