من میتونم بیام پیشت و آشنا شیم

I can come forward and get acquainted

I can come meet you.<br>

She's perfectly trustworthy. I think she can take good care of herself, actually, but there was something about her. Something that makes her unique, though I can't place my finger on it. And I saw the way you looked at her," she added smugly. "You've never paid as much attention to any young lady as you did today.""That's ludicrous," I said, though my face burned. "Seems like quite a leap of faith to take in a stranger because you think your son has taken a fancy to her.""Maybe," she said with an enigmatic smile, "But my instincts are never wrong.""Never say never," I muttered, though I couldn't argue. Her instincts were more precise than any scientific instrument, and it looked like they had something in store for me.I opened my eyes, disoriented. That was the clearest memory I'd ever had of my mother, but somehow, it felt as though I'd always had that memory... even though I knew it was new to me.Carlisle's mental voice called out to me from the house, forcing me back into the present."Edward, it doesn't look like the Volturi had anything to do with this. I'm sorry, I don't have any answers for you. I've never heard of anything like this happening before.""I keep... seeing things, Carlisle," I replied, just loud enough for him to hear me in the house. "Like memories, except they're memories I've never had before. They're from my human life, and Bella is in them. Alice thinks... she thinks Bella has somehow gone back in time."Carlisle's mind was completely silent for a long moment."It makes as much sense as anything else," he replied. "I don't know what we can do, but I'll keep contacting old friends. Perhaps someone else will know more.""What if I never get her back?" I asked, choking on my fear. "What if - ?""Thoughts like that won't help. Have faith, Edward. And keep focused on your memories. If she truly is in the past, you'll be able to keep track of her."He was right, I knew. I could only wait for her to return, if she could return at all, and watch her. I would watch her faithfully, then, until she came back to me... because she would. She had to. We'd been through too many trials to be separated now.I sat at the base of the tree I'd been leaning on and closed my eyes again, tracing through the memories. Meeting Bella, taking her home, talking to my mother... and then there were new memories. I took her to the market, and she seemed happy... but then she stopped in front of the rings and a look of agony crossed her face..."You... left someone behind, didn't you? In Washington?"Her throat flexed as she swallowed. I wanted to reach out and touch her pale neck, but I forced my hand to remain still. "S-sort of. It was out of my control. There's nothing I could do...""You were in love?" I asked her, knowing the answer before she spoke; it was written all over her face. A strange feeling of despair swept through me. If her heart was taken..."Yes," she sighed, looking up at me with her sad eyes. I wished I could comfort her...I thought about the look on her face, knowing she'd been speaking of me as the one she left behind... I saw all of her fear and sadness. And I felt two sets of emotions – the memory of my past self longing to comfort her, and my present self wishing I could reach her...And then there was the anxiety I couldn't straighten out. My human self was already in love with her, I knew that – I would love her in any time and under any circumstances – and my human self longed to be loved in return. And yet, I felt a strange dread that exactly that would occur... perhaps she wouldn't want to come back to me. Perhaps after being with me as a human, she would no longer want what I now had to offer her...No, I told myself. Bella feels the same way. It won't matter to her what I am. But I couldn't erase the doubt.I felt a hand on my shoulder and opened my eyes. I saw Alice and gave her a hopeful, questioning glance.She shook her head. "No, I still haven't seen anything. But I do have a theory.""I'm listening," I said, trying to hide my disappointment."Bella disappeared the moment she blew out her birthday candles.""Yes, I know, I was there," I said, puzzled."Yes, but I kept wondering why it would be that moment. And then it occurred to me that I told her to make a wish just before.""A wish?" I said skeptically. "You think she wished her way to 1918?"Alice rolled her eyes at me. "I doubt it was that specific, but there's a reason you're supposed to be careful what you wish for. Whatever she wished for must have taken her there. It's the only answer I can think of.""It's crazy," I said. "But so is everything else that's happened today. Even these new memories... they're coming faster than they could possibly be happening."Alice shrugged. "Nothing else about this makes sense, Edward. Why should that be any different?"I nodded, but sighed, and Alice sat down beside me, perhaps sensing my mood."I'm scared, Alice," I ad