Folktale

1840

My heart, my heart,
My drowning heart, oh all the tears I've cried

Oh I may weep forever more,
My love will never die

My love, my love
My fearless love, I will not say goodbye

Sea may rise, sky may fall
My love will never die...

Forks, Washington

He knew it was stupid. He knew he couldn't consent to such behavior. What they were doing was wrong. It was horrible. It was selfish. But Father Tobias couldn't deny that if there was any chance for Izzy to be healthy and happy, it was with Edward. Even Edward gave him a fair point the night he came to convince Father Tobias to marry him and Isabella.

"If what we want is bad, then what her family is trying to do is criminal. They care more about Micheal not wanting to marry her before she's too sick. That's not how it's supposed to be. And I want to do it because we rather live in sin than to be married to someone we don't love and be miserable for the rest of our lives!"

So Father Tobias agreed. The church would be closed all afternoon, which gave them time for a quick, nontraditional wedding. The back door of the church was open, giving Edward and Izzy an advantage to sneak in and out without being unnoticed. They would come in, Father Tobias would marry them and then head back to their respective homes to get their essentials. After everyone had retired for the evening, Edward would gather Izzy from her home and bring her back to the church, where Father Tobias would escort them out of town to the reservation where they had a carriage waiting for them. They would say their goodbyes and Edward and Izzy would leave for good.

Father Tobias took advantage of that lonely afternoon to pray to god, asking for forgiveness for what he was about to do, but to also understand that when two people love each other that much, they couldn't be seperated. Father Tobias prayed for their well-being after tonight for it will be the last night he will ever see them.

Another one who also knew of the plan formulating was Muriel. Her conversation with James left her in unease. She knew something was going to happen, something bad. As far as James told her, his cousin was planning to run away with the Swan girl, but he never said of him informing the Newton's of their intentions. However, the feeling Muriel had could not be shaken. She knew something was bound to happen.

That afternoon, as she walked back to town, she came across Edward as he bought a bouquet of roses for Izzy. Edward tried to ignore her at first when she approached him, but the woman became persistent. No words needed to be exchanged, a simple look from her was enough for him to know she had something to say, so he followed her into the woods.

"Whatever it is you're planning, don't. There will be severe consequences."

"What are you talking about?" Edward asked, faking confusion.

"I'm talking about you and Isabella Swan. Whatever it is you two have in mind, don't do it. I have a bad feeling."

"And the world is supposed to stop because you have a feeling. How exactly do you know this? Who told you we were planning something?"

"No one had to tell me. I'm a witch."

Edward laughed, but deep down he had enough of her. "A witch, yes. Have a great day, Muriel." He turned to walk away, but Muriel had to give him a warning. Whether he took it or not, it'd be up to him.