From upon a poppy field...

One teenage girl. One teenage boy. They first set eyes on each other in 1914, July 28th, and begin to fall in love. But will an event, which changes history forever, tear them apart?


10. 26th July 1914~ Rose.

I don't know what came over me.

It just felt..... right....kissing him. So, no, I didn't pull away. A million words came over my head like a pile of bricks.


shame... regret... scandal... hate... pain... but... what if... possibilities... a chance... hope... glowing... a future...

And I don't regret it. I smile to myself softly as I mouth "I love you" at him, and he smiles back at me.


I take a step towards him, then collapse.


Pain shoots through all the tendrils of my ankle. I grasp my foot, gasping for breath. All I see next is tan arms and green eyes picking me up, and then... darkness.


I wake up with a start.

I see Edward passed out, snoring contently in my chair beside my bed. I see Mother, kneeling by my bed, pale and drawn, with a wet flannel in her hands smiling at me-wait a minute-...

SMILING at me?!

I yank off my sheets and try to sprint to the window, but ultimately fail, only making 2 steps before falling headfirst into the cold wooden floor.

I wince, my head pounding, and turn to see Edward running towards me, jolted out his deep slumber, and picking me up and softly layed me on the bed. He shakes his head at me and smiles softly.

"What are we to do, Anwen?"

I smile back at him, my heart leaping around when he gently kisses my forehead and turns to pull on his jacket. I immediately begin to protest against him leaving, but he shakes his head. I shut up. He takes a couple of steps towards the door before a question forms in my mind.

"Edward?" He turns to face me.

"What does Anwen mean? You never told me." He grins at me.

"It's an old Welsh name." He replies.

"But what does it actually mean?" I needed to find out.

"It means... Very beautiful."

It takes me a moment to register this in my head. He thinks I'm Beautiful. Edward. He smiles at me and goes out the door.

Mother turns to face me. I expect a cruel remark, saying that he was too poor, or I was not worthy of him. But she smiles at me and says

"He is certainly handsome and sweet. He's exactly what you deserve."

I was shocked. She actually approved one of my choices, for once. I smile at her and we continue to sit there, in silence...

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