Sometimes being an immortal can have its downsides, actually let me rephrase that; being immortal has its downsides especially when you are all alone in this world without out the one you truly ever love. Around 90 years ago my Edward, the man I wanted my forever to be with, died from the Spanish Influenza. This epidemic killed anyone and everyone I cared about including my family.
It was a beautiful autumn day and I was heading to the Masen house yet again. My mother always laughed and called it my second family, which it basically was. It was still early in the morning and with my family I knew that as soon as I walked downstairs I would get interrogated yet again. Although it was early, if you considered nine in the morning early, I knew that Edward's father would already be at work downtown at the bank and Edward's mother, Elizabeth, would already be awake. My Edward would be awake also, he had a knack for waking up early in the morning, something I only enjoyed when an award was involved… Edward included. I walked down the stairs, trying to sneak right past the common room where my family was sitting. My father was on the phone, like always, and my mother was teaching my younger sister how to sew. Despite my efforts my mother heard me.
"Isabella, where are you going so early in the morning?" Mother asked, even though she very well knew the answer.
"I'm leaving for Edward's mother. Now, there is no need to be alarmed because he and his mother already awake," I sighed. My mother was always the worrier of the family, but even if it wasn't true and Edward was still sleeping, I was willing to lie, which I wasn't very good at, to see him. When my Edward and I weren't together it felt as though a part of me was missing, as though I was an incomplete person. Thankfully though Edward's family and mine were neighbors, so it was quicker to be able to see him.
But my mother being my mother, even after I explained that both Edward and his mother were awake, she still called Mrs. Masen to make certain that they were indeed awake. After many, "mm-hmm's," "Oh, I see's" and laughter from my mother she hung up the receiver and looked over to where I was sitting, impatiently, on the steps.
"You may leave," she smiled before returning to my sister's lesson. I jumped from the stairs and rushed out the door hoping that I wouldn't be stopped again. Of course as soon as I got out the door my luck ran out and I ran into him… Harold Smith, the man who was desperately and somewhat pathetically in love with me.
"Isabella," he greeted. I was still behind the gate of our front yard so this time he couldn't kiss my hand.
"Hello Mr. Smith," I curtsied, trying to be polite to him.
"None of that," he chuckled trying to be charming, "Please call me Harold."
"As you wish," I smiled, "I'm sorry to rush away but I must…"
"Oh yes, of course, of course," he smiled letting me walk past him, through the gate.
"Have a good day sir," I smiled.
"Thank you Isabella, you too," he sighed looking discouraged, "Oh, and please wish your family a good day from me."
"Of course," I smiled, but as soon as he was out of sight let it fall from my face. I could finally leave my house and see Edward without, I sincerely hoped, anymore people stopping me along the way. I walked the whole ten steps to Edward's house in a daze thinking about God knows what. When I arrived at the door Mrs. Masen answered.
"Isabella," she smiled.
"Good morning Mrs. Masen," I smiled, "How are you doing today?"
"I am doing fin dear, thank you. And yourself?" she asked politely.
"Fine," I smiled.
"Well then, I will not keep you any longer, Edward is in his room playing," she smiled.
"Thank you," I smiled. She let me walk by her and walk up the small staircase to the top of the steps. When I had reached the top I turned left almost automatically because I had been in his room so many times before. I knocked twice, not wanting to be rude.
"Come in," he answered still playing. I quietly opened the door, not wanting to disturb his playing, not that it mattered. Edward had been playing the piano for as long as I can remember and he could carry on a conversation with someone without skipping a beat. Myself on the other hand, I was not so gifted in the arts, at least I didn't think so. As I was opening the door the hinge squeaked causing Edward to look over to the doorway where I was standing.
"It was beautiful," I smiled commenting on his piano playing.
"Thank you Bella," he chuckled standing up and walking toward me. But of course, being Isabella Marie Swan, meant that I couldn't walk over a flat surface without tripping. As he was walking toward me, I somehow got my foot caught on the hem of my dress, causing me to fall forward. I shut my eyes, awaiting impact with the floor, but it never came. Instead when I opened my eyes I looked up and saw the bright green eyes that I loved so much.
"You know," he chuckled, "You really should get this walking thing down."
"Your very funny Edward," I fake-laughed. Instead of making fun of me more, he kissed me on the cheek and the looked at me his bright green eyes filled with anxiousness and excitement.
"What's wrong?" I looked at him, concerned.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to our place?" he asked.
"Of course," I smiled. Two years ago, when Edward and I were both 15, we were walking along a stream in the outskirts of Chicago when we came across a beautiful meadow. This was the place, the place where all our firsts happened. It was where Edward asked me to be his girlfriend, where we had our first kiss, where we got into our first fight, where we fell asleep together under the stars for the first time, it was the place, it was our place.
I was broken out of my trance when we arrived in the meadow. I immediately laid down in the unusually dry grass to take everything in. It wasn't long before Edward began to get antsy and then he began pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," he sighed deeply, "Just thinking about something."
"Tell me," I smiled.
"Well-" he stalled.
"Please Edward, tell me what's wrong?" I asked.
"Okay," he smiled taking my hand and helping me to my feet. He took a deep breath in and let it out before beginning to speak.
"Bella, you know that I love you right?" I nodded, "I am not really sure how to say this, but when I'm not with you, I don't feel complete. When we are away from each other for long periods of time, I feel as though time shall never pass and I will never get to see my one true love again, but then I see you again. When I see you I feel my whole world light up and that is why I have decided to ask you this today."
He got down on one knee and smiled, as he pulled a small box out of his pocket.
"Isabella Marie Swan, I love you so very much, and I know we are young but I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
I was shocked, it took a minute or so for everything to register before I finally answered his question.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. In that one moment, that one word answer made him so happy. He picked me up into his arms and spun me around in circles. He kissed me passionately and then we laid together in the meadow staring into the clouds for a long time, talking about the future and what it would bring. Edward and Bella, engaged lovers.
I must've fallen asleep there in the meadow because the next thing that I remembered was the moon glistening on the water as I sat up. I looked around and realized that it was way past my curfew and my parents were going to have a field day with my punishment. I looked to my right and saw that Edward was still sound asleep on the floor of the meadow.
"Edward?" I gently shook him, "Edward, love, you have to wake up or we will be in more trouble than we already are."
"But, I want to stay here with you in this moment forever. I don't want to wake up and have to pretend that we aren't engaged until we are eighteen. I don't want to do it," he revealed to me. This was the first time I had ever seen Edward so torn up over something.
"I know baby, but we can act engaged around our families. How about we tell them tomorrow?" I comforted him.
"Okay. Let's get you home so your parents won't hate me," he chuckled, standing up and holding out his hand.
"Okay," I smiled taking his outstretched hand and stood up.
We quietly walked through the woods back to our houses. As much as I was dreading sleeping, I was so tired from all of the excitement today. I love Edward, and I was so happy to get to spend the rest of forever with him. The rest of the way home was filled with silence, not an uncomfortable one, but a comfortable silence. When we arrived at my door I was dreading walking inside, but being with Edward made everything better. He kissed me on the lips and then released me so I could walk inside. I didn't let go of his hand and he didn't let go of mine.
"Until tomorrow," he promised beginning to let go of my hand.
"Until tomorrow," I agreed, smiling. I let go of his hand and quickly and quietly opened the door.