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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 :)

5. I Love You

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The sky had finally decided to obey my wishes, and shed some sunlight through the clouds.

Although I was still very tired from the ball (most people weren’t even in town, probably too tired to gossip about it, which benefited me), I took advantage of it (even if it had been raining for most of the afternoon), and decided to go down to the river, a little ways away from our home. I didn’t want to read, surprisingly, I just needed to think, and clear my head.

“Father, I will be back soon.” I told him as I walked by his study.

“Alright, Bella. Don't wander too far.” He said.

"I won't." I assured him as I quickly escaped my home, and my Mother.

My goodness, she would not stop talking about Edward Mason! This of course included every single encounter I have had with him and last night at the ball. She actually thought I was in love with him…it was a load of hogwash. I wasn’t in love with Edward Mason, I couldn’t be. “That’s what you keep on telling yourself, Bella.” I whispered to myself.

I shook my head as I walked through our fields, trying to shake the thought of Edward out of my head. I ran my hand over the plants on both sides of me, smiling as the sun hit my face. It felt nice, and I was in desperate need of warmth right now.

I finally approached the river, and sat down on a log next to it. I breathed in the fresh air, and looked at it. The water was crystal clear, and so I put one hand in it to see how warm it was. It a very nice temperature and I, although it was not proper at all, took my shoes off and put my feet in the water.

Nobody was by me, and so nobody would ever know. I pulled up my dress a little bit so the hem wouldn’t get wet, and sat down at the edge of the river. I let my head rest on my hand, and looked in the river, to see my reflection.

“Am I in love with Edward Mason?” I asked myself.

Miss. Stanley had always said that her stomach had butterflies inside it whenever she saw Mr. Newton. That she could never stop thinking about him. And when she did see him, her mood would always change from sad to happy. When you were truly in love, things like that would happen. Did that happen to me whenever I laid my eyes on Edward’s?

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Those eyes were always in my mind. But I wasn’t exactly one for love at first sight. I hardly know Edward, and I am already thinking I might be in love? But more importantly, was he in love with me? What had he meant last night?

I took my feet out of the water, and shook them so they would dry a bit. I had been here for a while, and my mother was bound to get worried.

I sighed and put on my shoes. But I decided to at least sit by the river a few more minutes, just to see that life was going on without Edward Mason.

I peeked one more time in the water, and saw Edward. I shook my head; so I seeing Edward in my reflection now as well?

“Bella.” Edward greeted me from behind.

I gasped and stood up to turn around.

“I...Oh, Edward. I’m so sorry; I didn’t know that anyone was here. If I did I-”

“That’s quite alright, Bella. I just...” he chuckled to himself.

I smiled, “You just...?” I urged.

“I wanted to see you Bella.” He told me quietly, his eyes on the ground.

My smile faded, "Why is that, Edward?” I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding as I stared in his eyes.

“I must confess, I couldn’t wait to see you again. Even these last couple of hours without your presence has been agonizing. I arrived at your home hoping to see you, but your mother told me that I could probably find you here.” He told me, his eyes intense.

“I..S-so what does this mean?” I asked him, stuttering. I was a little confused at what his words intended.

He took a few steps closer to me, and reached out to take the hand that I had at my side. As he held it, I felt that tiny spark again, I wanted to pull away quickly, but he held it a little tighter.

“This may be too hasty, but I…every time I see you…I feel something that I have never felt before. I think I may be...” he tried, not sure how to say it.

“Falling in love?” I guessed, whispering.

“Yes, falling in,” he looked at me, my eyes and his linked, “love.” He whispered. “I love you.” He admitted, and my knees almost buckled. My heart started pounding, and I was going to hyperventilate.

He leaned in closer to me, we were going to kiss, but I quickly turned away, breaking free of his hand. I turned my back to him, “It might be just a little too hasty.” I reluctantly told him, turning my head back to him. I can't kiss him because I am still undecided. Do I really love him?

“I completely understand. If more time is what you ask, then I must oblige. But each day my love will only grow stronger, Bella.” He said. He kissed the top of my hand and it sent a jolt of electricity through my body. He bowed his head politely and then turned and walked back the way he came. Again, he didn’t put a 'miss' in front of my name, and I finally realized that when he had told me why last night at the ball, he meant that his feelings were different than others. He was trying to tell me that he loved me, and also trying to find out if I loved him back.

His scent on my hand was still there, and I hugged myself tighter, looking into the shimmering blue water.

I was just making my way back to my house, almost dizzily, when my mother came rushing through the door. I looked at her confused.

“Bella, dear, Mr. Mason came by our house!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, Mother, I know. I met him by the river.” I said, looking at her once and then hurrying inside the house, not wanting to talk about what had just happened. I didn’t know what had happened myself.

“Bella!” my mother called in disappointment as I ran through the door, tripping on the last step. I landed almost directly on my face, but caught me fall with my hands. My ankle had a pain in it as I tried to get up, and I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth.

“Bella!” my father called in alarm as he saw me try to walk. He helped me forward, supporting my weight.

“Bella, dear, are you alright?” he asked me, his tone filled with concern.

“I just did something to my ankle, that’s all-it isn’t broken, perhaps sprained though.” I assured him.

“Do you want for me to send Dr. Cullen over to look at it?” he asked me. I shook my head as he helped me up to my room.

My bun fell out on the way up, and my long dark brown hair flowed down around my shoulders and down my back.

“I can do it now, Father.” I said as we walked up the last step, “I just want to rest for a while, and think.” I said to him. He nodded, and hugged me. When has he ever hugged me? I stood there, unsure of what to do, but then put my arms around him and hugged him too, “Thank you, Father.” I said awkwardly as I walked into my room.

I sat in the middle of my bed, hugging my knees to my chest, curling up in a little ball, favoring my left ankle.

“Edward Mason loves me.” I whispered. Why me? Why did he love me? There was nothing special about me. We couldn’t really be made for each other; his rank was a little higher than mine.

“Do I love him back?” I asked myself. What Jessica said to me earlier, was it really true? When I closed my eyes and all I saw were his, I realized something.

Jessica was right. I did love him.