After the tragic death of Bella,
Edward fell back into his depression, his self-hatred, he lost the one he truly loved. Renesmee never felt truly happy with her father; He did love her, but he was truly lost, and Renesmee being a reminder of his wif...
The next page was different, an older man as well as an older woman. A tall scrawny boy sitting on a bench, under the photo read:
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My childhood friend, Tom Flannery, 1918.
He smiled seeing his friend again.
"Tom Flannery, he was such an outgoing friend, and a very easy person to like," " you'd like him" he grinned.
Looking at the next side of the page I saw a woman smiling on a beach.
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My Dearest, Anna Scott 1917
I shot my dad looking glances at the photos of this woman and my father.
He shook his head, "we were just friends back then, best friends actually" he showed a small smile.
"what was she like?" I pondered.
"well she was friendly, he paused,unable to recall. " um caring, oh very smart, and beautiful" he studdered.
Just friends huh? I thought, he seemed annoyed by the thought.
he sighed, "yes"
I turned to him a rested my hand on his cheek; Unsure of a memory I'd see of my father I held my breath. He held his big hand right on mine.
All that came into view was a boy and a girl who sat playing chess. I then was taken aback by the women from the photos, Anna was sitting with my father playing chess and talking, but the words were incomprehensible.
(they smiled at each other as a voice-over of Edward starts)
And so I told her about my dreams of living a soldier's life. And she never laughed once at me. I wished at that moment that I could fall in love with her, she seemed to understand me, we shared the bonds of two people doing things that the rest of the world thought were crazy. But, I didn't love her. However, I knew that I would always watch over her and she would always be one of my best friends.
(voiceover ends)
(scene fades into Edward sitting by himself outside)
"Anna!" I said. "What--what are you doing here?" my father exclaimed.
"do you want me to go? I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be alone right now." Anna snivelled, and turned to leave when Edward reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Would you sit with me?" he asked.
"It's just-- I don't know that I have much to say," he said, stuttering with his words.
(the scene zoom out as what I can tell my father opening his heart out about something I couldn't hear)
( scene fades to black and opens with a more upset version of my father)
"Go away, Anna," he said severely. "Now isn't a good time."
"I'm not going anywhere, Edward Masen, so you can forget about that." caterwauled Anna.
"Please," he said. "Just go. I'll be in later when I'm more myself. I don't wish you to see me this way. I'm not feeling very much like the Edward that you know right now."
"It doesn't matter what you feel or who you become Edward," she comforted. "You'll always be my best friend." she finished.
(The scene shows the moment of silence, as Anna finally retreats across the grass, as my father starts to cry, hot tears pouring down his cheeks... the scene fades out to me hold my father's cheek, in shock.)
My sight came back to reality as I dropped my hand from his face.
"what was it this time," he said smiling again. "A good memory I hope"
"It was I guess you could say that, but not all good," I continued. "Except it wasn't mine dad"
he shot me a confused look.
"I saw your memories dad, not mine" I stated.
He grabbed my hands and look back up at me. "What did you see?" His voice was a bit agitated. "Anna, the woman you were with within that photo," I said glazing at the photograph then turning back to him "moments between you the good and the bad," I told him.
His grip loosened and dropped, sad eyes looked away from me back at the photo.
"Your ability is changing, improving actually " "Might be a slower process than we expected with you, but we'll check in with Carlisle soon." he nodded. "For now you should get some sleep it's late" "Eventually," he started. I was worried about what was next.
"You'll have to control it"
"Control what?" I asked, worried now.
"Thirst" "That headache still hurts right, that's why" he questioned.
"Yeah," I said back.
"Tomorrow," "We will hunt." He finished closing my door.
