This will be the only author's note. But this is a little something that struck me like a freight train lately. I'm not gonna lie, it's a bit angsty and heavy. But since it's in short chapters, hopefully you won't wallow in it too much.

Yes I am working on the epilogue for The Last Mission, but I have been having a very hard time saying good-bye to Bourneward and MetBella, so I apologize. It's about half done, but getting there.

In the meantime, I'm trying something new. This is drabblish, all Bella's point of view (with just a few minor exceptions) and the entire thing is written. Like I said—freight train. It's a slow burn. Rate M for later.

I'll post as I feel it, but I hope you like it.

~AMJ

Standard warning: Twilight is not mine, no infringement intended.

When We Met

Chapter 1

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When we met…

I had a perfect life.

At least by most people's standards.

I was a middle class girl who had done all the right things: went to school and later graduate school, married my college sweetheart, had two boys, a new house and lots of friends. I'd worked hard, but never too hard. I didn't have the obstacles that many people had. Maybe I was even a bit spoiled. I never went without. I had to save money and budget and plan, but now I had all of those things that everyone dreamed of.

Vacations, cars, a new home, a disposable income, great friends, good family and even after all our years together, I still loved him like I did the first time I said it as a teenager. He was funny, charming, such a good father and supported me in everything I did.

I was lucky.

When we met, I had a perfect life….

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