Edward's POV

I smiled as I gently stroked my Bella's hair as she slept. I was surprised that she didn't seem to be having nightmares; it would be the first night in a while.

As she slept I glanced around her room. It had been around two days since we'd returned from Italy and the room was still impeccably tidy. This was not a trait of the Bella I used to know. But, of course, I shouldn't have expected to come home and find her to be exactly the same. Human's change all the time. It shouldn't shock me to see her room neat every day, even if I know I was never able to see the floor.
I looked down at the angel sleeping next to me, and as I did the slightest of smiles crept onto her face.
Oh, how I'd give absolutely anything to see into her mind just for a moment, to find out what made her feel so happy in her deepest of subconscious thoughts.

When I raised my eyes a silver glint on the floor caught my eye. It was a tiny key. For some reason, it sparked my curiosity and I gingerly removed myself from under Bella and picked it up, careful not to let the key make a sound. I'd only seen a key like this one time in my life, and that time it had belonged to a diary.
I lifted the key to my nose and sniffed it soundlessly, picking up on the scent. I put the key onto the dressing table and tried to sniff the air; to see if I could locate what the key belonged to. I caught the scent quite quickly in the small room and it led me straight to one f her dresser drawers.

I walked up to it and gently pulled it open, knowing that it would creak if I moved too fast. I would hate for Bella to wake up and find me snooping around her room. As soon as it was open enough for me to put my hand in it, I started digging through it. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was her underwear drawer. I tried to take too much pleasure in the fact that I was touching the fabric that covered her most private areas. But I couldn't help the sensation of excitement I felt whenever my fingers touched on something made of lace.

Finally, my hand enclosed around something hard. I pulled it out and realized that it was a book. It was black with violet embroidering printed here and there. And it was locked. Unable to control my curiosity now, I sped across the room to the keys again and hurriedly unlocked it, pausing to see if she noticed the audible click that echoed through the room as it unlocked and sighing with relief when I realized that she hadn't.

I knew it was wrong, going into other people's private property, but I simply couldn't resist. And I knew Bella would forgive me, not that I planned on telling her. Just as I opened the cover my phone buzzed in my pocket. I jumped in shock but thankfully didn't drop the book. I quickly answered my phone, fearing the vibrations could actually be heard in the silence of the night.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Edward." It was Alice. "I don't think you want to do that."

I looked down at the Diary of Bella Swan in my hands and knew that was what she meant. "Why not?" My tone wasn't defensive, but honestly curious. I knew my sister well enough to know that she wouldn't clue anyone in, and that she would only call about it out of genuine concern

"Because," she hesitated, "I'm not sure you'll be okay with what you see . . . ,"

I almost laughed. "I know what I'm doing."

Alice was never one to pry. "Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you." Then the line went dead. I loved that about her. She knew when to keep her distance form certain things . . . at times.

I put the phone down and quickly went back to the book. After turning a couple of pages I got to the first page with actual writing. And it was Bella's unruly scrawl. I almost smiled. Then I saw the date of the entry. My mind went blank.
Hesitantly, I started to read.

21 September 2006

Dear Diary . . .