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?


17. 28th July ~ Tristan's veiw of the conversation with Ed

I feel a heavy force pound into me and I land hard on the ground. All my breath was knocked out of me and I lay on the floor, gasping. I look up at the person beside me.


"Holy God, Edward!" I wheeze out. I mutter strong curses that would have my Grandmother scrubbing my mouth out with soap for weeks. Edward mutters to me as I pull him off the gravel. "Sorry, Tristan". I run a hand nervously through my sandy hair as I collect my book. I brush dirt off the cover, the stones dropping off like flies. Edward peers over my shoulder and frowns. "Sherlock Holmes? I didn't think of you as a person who liked reading..." he trails off and shrugs. I shake my head and facepalm. Honestly, what was Rose doing with an idiot like this?


I grin at my best friend. "Well sorry to disappoint, Ed. Girls like boys who are devastatingly handsome and funny as me. It's an added bonus that I can read" I poke my tongue out at him and chuckle. "Shame that Rose didn't notice my charm and startling wit before falling in love with..." I gesture at him dramatically "well...a oaf!" . He punches me hard on the arm and I hit on the chest, and clutch my hand, writhing in mock agony. "Oh no! It looks like I've broken every bone in my hand as a result of punching such a load of muscle" I whine sarcastically, as I straighten up. Edward laughs along with me as we start to walk down the road. Trees walk past us as we start to talk. He brings up the war and I interrupt him abruptly.


"You aren't going to last a single moment in the war, Ed! Well, on the bright side, you'll have me watching your back heroically saving the day." I tease him. He looks at me in shock, his tan skin turning slightly pale. I swear how he manages to tan in this bloody british rain will forever remain a mystery. I roll my eyes "Ah! I see your brain has resumed it's work. It's going to need to warm up though, seeing as it hasn't worked since you were seven".


He stutters out "You're going to war as well? Why?" I shrug my shoulders casually.

"Not a single clue mate. Just recieved the letter this morning" My green/blue eyes glint mischeviously in the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colours tumbling the abyss. We continue to walk in silence.

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