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Chapter 1: Edward Who?

"Bella! I'm tired, could we go back already?" Bella's younger cousin, Marie whined in her soft childish voice as she scratched the skin around her neck. Her angelic features were contorted into a pout and Bella glanced away from the picture that she had been drawing for the longest time to look at her.

She smiled, "Just one more ok, Marie? I'll promise to give this picture to you!" If it's That picture of Him, Marie would definitely wait all day, Bella thought with amusement.

Marie's face brightened up in an instant, "Really? Promise!"

"It's a promise," Bella smiled widely as she tried to finish her drawing, from her higher point of view, she could see the cliff and ocean perfectly. And Him. The mysterious boy whom seemed to be around her age. It was the same scene every week. Him walking towards the cliff, him removing his sunglasses before sitting down on the cliff with his eyes closed. She couldn't forget the slight smile she saw on his face. It seemed heartbreakingly sad, almost as if he had thought of a distant faded memory and he was trying his best to capture them in that instant.

And it was this exact expression that she had been trying to draw every week. The one that Marie loved.

"Bella! Bella!" Marie suddenly called and Bella answered without glancing up. She couldn't see his eyes, not from where she stood, so she could never tell what colour they were. She frowned, contemplating if she should even colour it when another voice spoke, "It's gold."

"Are they now?" She wondered out loud, tying her hair up into a pony tail when she jumped up abruptly to greet a pair of topaz warm gold eyes.

"I like your drawings," the mysterious boy spoke. Bella turned to look at Marie who was holding the boy's hands as if they very close friends and not strangers. Why didn't Marie warn her! She grimaced inwardly, and most importantly, how did he travel up here so fast!

"Thanks, I had a good model to work with," She said swiftly, gathering up her stuff as the boy studied her silently, "You're a really good artist... But what do you think the model is thinking when you drew this?" He held up a piece of paper of himself and Bella gasped.

"Marie!"

"I didn't do anything, Bella! Edward just showed up and he said that he wanted to meet the person who drew this so I brought him here! Please don't be mad with me, Bella.." Marie said ruefully and her bright blue eyes actually watered. Bella sighed but Edward got to her faster, "Marie right? I'll explain to your....sister that it was me who insisted on coming here, so it's not your fault okay?" He said showing Marie a flower that he had taken from who knew where, "Let's see if Bella will accept this apology."

Marie, encouraged by Edward's nudges and charming smiles. walked to where Bella was and held up the flower, looking like a pretty flower girl. Bella shook her head with a smile and took the flower, "Thank you Marie, now, it's late and we'll have to go."

"But what about Edward? Will he lose his way?" Marie looked back to where Edward was standing, Bella glanced to see where Edward was standing, "I don't think Edward will lose his way, right Edward?"

Edward laughed good naturedly, "Not if I have an excellent guidge to show me the way down."

"I could give you a verbal description." Bella said refusing to be defeated by his relentless approach to tag onto them.

"I wasn't referring to you, Bella. I was referring to Marie." The way he said her name made her tensed a little, and for a moment she froze – but Marie broke the spell she seemed to be in by pulling her towards Edward, "Come on, Bella! We'll show Edward the way home!"

"Thank you, Marie." Edward said with a wide smile and Bella couldn't help but try to capture that smile in her memory of hers – the way the sun caught his eyes, she wanted to remember this scene forever – it was too beautiful, she wondered if it was possible to sketch him now.

"Your stares are making me nervous, Bella." Edward whispered loudly with an amused smile.

Bella pulled an apologetic grimace, "Job hazard, it comes with my job actually. I find it difficult to resist capturing a good picture."

"You're a painter?" Edward asked, his brow raised.

"I'm a photographer. An aspiring one." She answered as truthfully as she could and Edward nodded his head slightly, "That explains."

"Explains what?" Bella asked, curious.

"Explains why you could capture this," Edward said as he pulled out the sketch from his jeans and pointed to his face, "I never knew I looked this sad."

Bella grimaced and sighed at the same time, "You looked...like you were having fun!"

"All by myself on a cliff with the ocean hundred thousand meteres away from me. That sounds pretty fun." Edward tried to agree, nodding his head solemnly but his smile gave him away.

"Don't look at me like that! It's you who managed to climb to that spot!" Bella said, trying to reach for her sketch when Edward gracefully avoided her and placed it in his front pockets, "You may get it yourself because there's no way I'm taking that out."

Bella felt like strangling Edward and she was about to jump and snatch it back from him when a high shrill voice broke her concentration.

"EDWARD CULLEN! Finally! You're back!" A beautiful young girl stomped out from her flashy red porsche the moment Edward reached the bottom of the nature trail, "I've been waiting here ever since you told me you 'needed a break'."

"Rosalie..."

"Don't Rosalie me! Come on, you're going back." Bella watched in amazement as Rosalie, who was much smaller and delicate than Edward dragged Edward towards the porsche.

"I'm sorry, but we'll meet again right? Same place?" Edward asked apologetically and Rosalie shot Bella a glare that made Marie cling onto Bella tightly, "Will Edward be alright?"

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"That girl, just now... She looked awfully familiar." Rosalie said, thinking about the girl who was in the rear mirror, the moment she was in the car.

"Don't worry, Rosalie, she's not going to be another one of....Her. I actually really like this girl."

Rosalie shot Edward a softer look, "You sure?"

"Hundred percent."

Rosalie sighed loudly and then stepped on the gas, "She'll still be here next week, come on, you have an important press conference to make. You've disappeared long enough, Edward. It's time to go home."

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