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I'm kind of new to the whole "write stories and have people read them" stuff so don't hate me if it's bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the story. The stories people and most of the details belong to the Best author ever, Stephenie Meyer.

Chp 1: Back to Chicago

BPOV

I didn't know why I was going back. It had been a century ago that id promised myself I would never go back. But today, I felt like something was drawing me back. Back to my hometown, to my husband, to the life that I had vowed never to look back on. The thought filled me with misery.

A century of traveling alone had done me no good , but I didn't want a companion. I didn't need anybody breathing down my neck, asking about my past life. I didn't want to tell anybody about my husband and I hadn't. I looked at the ring on my finger. The sparkling oval of diamonds glistened in the sun, just like me. I remembered the day we had wed and cried.

EPOV

I shouldn't be going back. Since I had lost my love I had promised I'd never go back. I had promised myself I would never go back to visit her, that I would never go to the place where I had lost everything, my love, my life, my existence. I wouldn't have gone, had the pixie I call my sister hadn't forced me.

Even my favorite sister didn't know what I had hid from my family. I hadn't told a single soul about my long lost love. I had never mentioned my wife. I had never been questioned about the ring I wore on my right finger, the ring that she had placed on my left hand when saying our vows. I looked at it now and quietly sobbed to myself.

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Vague and short . I know. It will get more detailed later in the story.