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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

22. Goodbyes

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~Isabella Marie Mason’s Point Of View~

The dinner party went exceptionally well. Not only did everything go smoothly and efficiently, but there wasn’t one bad thing to report in the paper. Obviously, Mother must have went to the reporter and tipped him off.

Our lives were so perfect. So how, in a couple of month’s time, could everything simply fall apart?

I pulled my coat closer together and tighter against me, fighting the cold that was nipping at us. It was now nearing the end of October, and any of the warmth from the summer of 1917 was blown away completely.

With my arm around Edward’s, we continued to the train station, where Collin Bennett and Leo Williams would bid farewell and board a train. The train would take them to San Diego, where they would enter boot camp before being shipped off to their next destination.

~Edward Anthony Mason’s Point of View~

Each step we took the closer to goodbyes we came.

I never liked saying goodbye, especially to my best friends. We had known each other since preparatory school, having become friends almost automatically. I don’t remember how-except for the saying that opposites attract.

They were the two students that did everything and anything (and I mean that quite literally) to push the instructors to their very possible limit, therefore receiving prized attention from the class. The very definition of class clowns. The only thing that didn’t fit was that they had promising grades and reports.

I was the well dressed and never disheveled student that sat in the front row, ready to learn. The daring boys had befriended me once we were on break-where we could play baseball. It was an all American sport-one that was more fun to play than anything else. I found that I was rather good at this, too.

I was up to bat and hit a home run. I was probably only seven or eight at the time, but it impressed the two older boys so much that after a few more games that week it became a regular occurrence, and later a recess and after school tradition. Soon we got to talk about other things besides baseball, and the rest of the memories escaped me.

The moments of happiness and flashbacks disappeared once I looked at the train, getting ready to leave in the next ten minutes. Once we made it on the platform Bella squeezed my arm tighter, looking as sad as I felt.

The engine of the train was loud as we stood next to it. Collin and Leo had their uniforms on and their duffle bags slung over their shoulders. Their parents were saying their goodbyes. Both of their mothers were crying, and I gulped to have my eyes remain dry.

Bella slipped her arm out of mine and walked to them both quickly-I hung back. A few words were exchanged between them before she hugged Collin and kissed him on the cheek, and he kissed her on the cheek in return. She then did the same to Leo, and he told her something that made her smile for a flash of a second. She said something else that looked like ‘I’ll miss you both,’ holding on to one of their hands. She stepped back and looked at me once. Her eyes told me ‘the remaining minutes are just for you.’ She walked towards my Mother, who had made it here before us.

Bella put her arms around her and pulled out her own handkerchiefs, and they cried together. I descended towards them. I didn’t want to- I didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Today’s the day.” I whispered. Collin nodded,

“Today’s the day.” He repeated.

“There are so many things I want to say to the both of you right now-but words are failing me.” I began. Leo, despite the depressing veil that covered this platform, smiled.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Eddy. We don’t need a very big speech.” Leo told me.

“Yeah, seriously. All we ask for are a parade, a thousand dollars, a day just dedicated to us-” Collin joked. I smiled too, but I was sure it didn’t touch my eyes.

“I feel like this is the start of our lives-the mile stone. You two will go and serve our country and President Wilson, and I will hopefully start a family. Your futures sound so much more inferior though.” My smile lessened, “Just remember-we will always be friends. Once you both come back,” my voice cracked, “it will be just how it is now.” I fought to hide the tears that were pooling up in my eyes.

“Yeah,” Collin nodded, “when we come back.” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat to hide his tears too. We both knew that there was a greater chance of them dying than ever coming back just the way they are now.

“We’ll be okay. And we’ll write, too. Things will be fine.” Leo managed to get out. I nodded,

“Good luck. I’ll miss you both so much.” I hugged Leo and then Collin goodbye-maybe for the last time. I quickly looked down and wiped a tear away that had made it down my cheek.

“We’ll miss you too, Edward.” Collin told me, picking his bag back up again. The train whistled, signaling that it was departing.

“Goodbye. Promise to come back, so we can play another game of baseball.” I told them. Leo smiled slightly,

“Did you just hit that out of the park?” he repeated the same words that he said to me on our first baseball game.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” I repeated back what I said to them a decade ago, when we first played baseball and I hit a home run. Collin clapped me on the shoulder, and disappeared onto the train. Leo nodded once to me, waved to his Mother and Father, and followed Collin.

I realized then that they didn’t promise to come back-because it was a promise that couldn’t be kept.

The train whistled again, and then it started slowly down the tracks, growing faster with each second. I watched it until it disappeared from view, taking my friends away with it. It had ended, just as it began.


~Isabella Marie Mason’s Point of View~

“How are you doing, Edward?” I asked him gently, coming into his study with a cup of tea. I set it on his desk and walked around to him. I took my arms and placed them around his shoulders, so that my face was right next to his.

He put his hand on my arm, patting it, before taking the tea and sipping it.

“You didn’t eat any lunch today, are you hungry?” I asked him.

“No, thank you, Bella. I’m just a little worn out.” he murmured. Edward had been sad ever since Collin and Leo left. It was now three days since.

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked him. I was nervous and worried about him. He hadn’t been eating much, skipping meals sometimes. He was in his office mostly, focusing on unneeded work. It was how he took out his emotions. He tried to cover it up by doing as much work as possible. It showed not only on his face, but on his desk as well; there must have been hundreds of papers scattered about.

I had asked Elizabeth two days ago, because I didn’t know what to do. She explained that he did that when he was thirteen and his Grandmother died-he took more work from school, pent up in their library and study. She said it would run its course and he would be back to normal. But with losing two best friends at once, I wasn’t completely sure he would get over it any time soon.

“I’m fine.” He lied.

“They’re fine, too.” They didn’t die-and it was time Edward realized that there was a chance they would both be here soon.

“You’re right-they are.” he nodded. “I feel horrible for acting this way, love.” He seemed to be snapping out of his stupor.

“You are fully entitled to act this way.” I told him. He turned around and pulled me in his arms. I remained there, just listening to his steady breaths-and that was completely fine with me.




December 7th


Christmas was around the corner.

“What are you doing, Diana?” I exclaimed, smiling. I walked down the stairs as she sat under the tree, shaking the presents wrapped in pretty paper and bows. I had slaved hours over them just to make them look perfect.

“Nothing!” she said quickly, getting up and putting the present back where she found it, just a second too late. My smile widened,

“Present guessing, hmm?” I assumed. She blushed and nodded, her blond curls bobbing up and down as she stared down at the floor guiltily.

“Don’t worry,” I winked and got on my knees in front of her, “Edward and I both did that too, when we were smaller.” Her smile grew as Edward came down the stairs,

“It’s true, Di…Although Bella and I aren’t setting that great of an example for you.” he nodded.

“I,” I said tickling her, “have freshly made chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen…and if you go wash your hands, you can go and eat as many as you possibly want.” I told her as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Okay!” she ran to the bathroom and Edward put his arm around my waist,

“Aunt Jane isn’t going to like the fact that she’s eating chocolate before dinner.” Edward smiled.

“But this is Edward and Bella’s house! And it’s the next best thing to her Grandma and Grandpa’s house…so she should get spoiled.” I shrugged simply.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Edward winked, loving my logic. I smiled back at him and he went to the kitchen. Diana was spending the day with us, while Jane and George had Christmas shopping to do.

“I think, if you don’t mind, I may have one or two myself.” Edward sat down at the table next to Diana. I poured them both milk out of the glass jar the milk man had dropped off earlier this morning. They both dipped their cookies into the milk and took a bite, both laughing. I hadn’t seen Edward laugh like that for quite some time, even after he received letters from Collin and Leo-saying that they were both fine.

Things were finally repairing themselves, and everything seemed how it was before. We would make it through this hard time. I smiled at Diana, who had chocolate all over her delicate face. I looked at Edward and her…and saw how well Edward was with his little cousin. He was amazing with children…which would make him an exceptional father, I suppose. I could picture a little girl that was ours, sitting next to Edward and eating cookies just like this.

The doorbell broke me from my reverie.

“You two continue to eat, I’ll get it.” I told them, walking through the dining room to the front room to answer the front door. I was expecting it to be George and Jane come back from their shopping early-but it wasn’t.

“Bella, I have bad news.” Angela whispered, greeting me. I felt my heart stop once before taking her hand and pulling her inside. The echoes of Edward and Diana’s laughter seemed oddly out of place for the panic settling in here.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, as she placed her hands on my arms.

“My mother only just found out…your parents-” she began. I felt like I was going to become unconscious. Nothing could be wrong with my Mother and Father-that couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t let it happen.

“What happened to them?” I asked, my voice raising an octave. I was more afraid than ever as I awaited Angela’s news, holding my breath.

“They’ve fallen ill. My mother sent me to tell you. They’ve been in their beds and taken care of by a nurse for the last week. They’re condition is worsening. They had fallen ill a couple of weeks ago with the influenza. I suppose they were just moved to the hospital last night, where they are being taken care of by doctors.” She explained.

“They’re being hospitalized?” I asked her, feeling as if all of the wind was knocked out of me. Angela nodded sadly,

“I’m afraid so. Your mother said she didn’t want to worry you- that they would be on their feet in no time. If I knew any sooner I would have told you.” she whispered. Tears pooled up in my eyes-I would visit them soon. My Mother and Father hadn’t been ill a day while I was alive-even when I was sick they would never catch the illness. Why now? Why them?

“I know.” I whispered. She embraced me,

“I’m sure they will be fine.” But I knew that was an assumption that may not be proven true.

Once again, everything was threatening to break apart. Tears rolled down my face as Angela held me, my breathing ragged as I thought about what our futures might entail.