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Adieu, Mon Coeur

It's 1917, and an extra year on his birth certificate is all Edward needs to get into the college of his choice. He feels like he is on top of the world. He has love, an education, and an indepenence he's never had before. It was that one extra year on his birth certificate that would change his life forever. It starts all human, anyway. Edward/Bella And thanks a million, jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the banner!

I've been thinking about doing this story for quite some time. All our pals from the series are in it... well, the ones that were around in 1917, anyway. Bella and Charlie (and even Jacob) live then, too.
I'd like to give a big ol' heaping thanks to Ghostwriter71 for helping me with all the historical bits.
Just you wait, folks. I've had more fun planning this story than I've ever had before. :)

6. The Letter

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I watched his train pull out of the station, struggling not to break down entirely. Everyone had already left the platform. When the train pulled out of sight, my eyes fell to the letter that Edward had given me just before he got on the train. I was just about to open it when someone called my name.

“Bella!” exclaimed a very familiar voice. My sadness turned to anger almost instantly. My tears of sorrow turned to tears of fury.

I spun around. “You, Jacob Black, have no right to even come near me ever again! I cannot believe you!”

He closed the distance between us quickly. “Bella, you've got to listen to me. I had nothing to do with that guy last night! That was completely out of my control. I had no idea that things would get this bad. I just wanted to scare him, honestly! I didn't actually mean for anything horrible to happen out of it!” he exclaimed.

I examined his face. “Edward was almost killed last night,” I hissed. “And don't think that I don't know it was you who planned it all out.”

Jacob frowned. “I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with that! I don't have that kind of thing in me, Bella. You know that.”

I looked down and bit my lip. I had known Jacob for my entire life. He had always been happy. He was one of the nicest people I knew. He did have a temper sometimes, and lately something had been wrong with him. Instead of happy, I sometimes found him in dark, brooding moods.

“See!” he exclaimed. “I know you're thinking about it, and I know that you know I am not capable of doing anything like that.”

“Well...” I actually didn't think he was capable of it at all.

“You know me,” he urged. “Please, come to dinner with me or something. I'll explain it to you better.”

Before I could reply, Edward's mom walked back into the station. “Bella, darling!” she called. “Will you come here?”

I looked at Jacob quickly before heading towards Elizabeth.

“Bella, please!” he pleaded.

“Jacob, please let me think,” I snapped before leaving the platform with Elizabeth.

“Bella, you should come with us. We can use this time to plan the wedding so when Edward gets back it's all ready!” she exclaimed. She ushered me into the back of the car. Edward's dad was driving, and she got into the passenger seat.

While she prattled on to Edward's dad about her ideas for what kind of flower arrangements there would be, I quietly, carefully opened the letter. When I got the paper out, my hands started to shake. I took a deep breath and began to read.

My Dearest Bella,

As I write this, you are sleeping soundly in my bed. I could not make myself sleep before I wrote you this. The thoughts in my head are rushing so furiously, I fear that I cannot write them all down before I forget. I'll start with the simple news first.

Although I cannot talk to you on the telephone while I am away, I can certainly write you letters. I can take some sort of solace in the fact that I can at least have some contact with you while I am away. From what I've heard, the postal service for soldiers is almost impeccably accurate. I'll keep each letter from you with me at every moment.

You are beautiful, my Bella, and I cannot wait for you to be my wife. However, if my mother gets too overbearing when it comes to the plans, bring her a cake from the shop and tell her what you think the wedding should look like...

At that point, Elizabeth asked, “Bella, would you mind terribly if we had the wedding in our church? It is kind of a tradition.”

I smiled. “That'd be lovely.”

… I'm almost positive that one of your delicious treats will soften her up so well, you would most likely be able to convince her of anything!

I'm sorry that our last night together had to end with such a terrible event. That man was sent by Mancini. I would bet my life on it. Jacob is his nephew, as I'm sure you are aware, and I was shocked to find out that Jacob was bold enough to send such a brute after me. I have never hated Jacob. He was just a little bothersome with his constant advances on you. However, after tonights events, I do not know if that is still the case. An attempt on my life is surely a hateful action.

I do know that Jacob is your friend... I do not want to ruin that relationship. Perhaps things had gotten out of his hands. It may all be in Mancini's control now. If you believe that Jacob did not do it, you will not hear anything bad from me if you choose to stay his friend. I want you to be as happy as possible while I'm away, and if remaining friends with Jacob causes you to be happy then it is okay by me.

Bella... I am afraid of this war. I know of all the glory and honor I will win by fighting, but I still cannot fight the feeling that something bad is going to happen. I do not wish to worry you, but I feel I should be honest. I am a selfish creature, and if I am taken away from you... I cannot even think about it. I need you to know that I am going to fight as hard as I possibly can.

I promise you, I will not ever leave you again once I return.



I sighed and set the letter in my lap.

“What is that you're reading, dear?” asked Elizabeth. She had become attached to me so quickly, it was a little disorienting.

“Oh, something silly,” I murmured.

“Well, we are here,” she said. Edward's father opened Elizabeth's door and then mine.

When I stepped onto the cobblestone lane that lead up to their house, I faltered a bit. I had never seen his family's house before. It was staggeringly large. From the road, you couldn't see it because of the massive number of trees surrounding it. There were three stories. Ivy ran up one whole side. I could see three gardeners meticulously checking each part of the garden.

“Welcome to our home!” exclaimed Elizabeth. She strode up the lane and ascended the few stairs to get to the door. She opened it and swept me inside. The entire entryway had marble floors and huge pieces of art adorned the walls.

“It's lovely,” I managed to stammer.

I was completely out of my realm. I had never been anywhere so fancy, and it was only the entryway. What did I get myself into?