So I was browsing through a collection of old pictures and I came across this adorable thing and the most horrible headcanon popped into my head. I can’t manage to forget it so now I’m going to share it with you all. You’re welcome.
On the right we see Edward, with his twin brother, William.
It was a very long and difficult birth, causing enough internal damage that Elizabeth was never again able to carry a pregnancy to term. William was smaller than his brother, but was growing and healthy. Their mother slowly recovered from her ordeal. She knew she might not be able to have more children, but she was so grateful to have her boys. All seemed well.
There was an outbreak of croup and both babies grew desperately ill. Edward recovered. William died.
Fast-forward seventeen years. Edward goes through the items Carlisle gathered for him and finds this picture beneath the velvet lining of his mother’s jewelry box. On the back is written in pencil: William and Edward, September 1901.
Edward doesn’t know who William is. Is he a cousin? A friend’s baby? And why was the photograph hidden in his mother’s jewelry box?
To this day, he still wonders.