Title: Dear Edward
Summary: A letter from his mother
Word Count: 498

Dear Edward,

I don't know how much time we have left the Spanish Fluis spreading quickly. I pray we make it out alive and it never reaches us, but your father started coughing last night. We are going in to see Dr. Cullen tomorrow. we amended our wills leaving everything to you, just in case.

Know that we have and will always be proud of you. You are an amazing son and nothing you can do can dim the love we have for you in our hearts. Someday you will meet a beautiful girl and if you love her know you have our blessing. I would be honored if you gave her my ring.

I know somehow everything will work out the way it's supposed to and you will have a huge family with lots of love surrounding you. You're the light of our lives Edward, I am praying right now that you'll never come across this letter, and that this epidemic will come to pass, but I feel in my heart of hearts that our time is coming to an end. We'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive my precious boy.

I remember holding you in my arms that first time, minutes after you were born. Your hair was strawberry blonde peach fuzz covering your head and your eyes were wide with wonder as you looked up at me. I had never seen your father look as proud as he did then. I remember your first steps, your first words, the first time you hit a baseball, and Your first day of school oh how it broke my heart to see you off that day, it was by far worse on me then you.

Don't grieve us to long love because we know how much you love us. Your life is just now beginning, live it. Don't hold back, save your heart for someone special. Remember your manners. Be all that we raised you to be. We are always with you.

We love you unconditionally,
Elizabeth Masen

I held the letter in my hands venom pooling in my eyes, false promises of tears that will never fall. Carlisle Cullen had saved me, two years ago. I use the word saved loosely, right now it feels like I was eternally damned, forever alone. This was my first time on a trip without Carlisle, and the first time I have been back to my family's home since the flu had claimed my parents. A layer of dust covered everything; since they had all believed us dead. I searched through all of our things and found this letter along with their wills and a small black velvet box containing my mother's most valuable possession, her wedding ring. I folded her letter and placed it back in the envelope. I held the ring to my lips and kissed it lightly, telling my mother goodbye. Silently I wondered if I would ever find anyone worthy of this ring.