Title (and meaning):
Le Coeur Vivant. (The Living Heart).

Full Summary:
Edward Cullen fell in love with a human. He fell in love with Bella Swan. But the day he revealed himself to her completely, was the day that he realized how much he needed to leave her. He would do anything to keep her safe. Even if it meant hurting himself. So he left her in the meadow.
Now, seven years later, he has lost a battle within himself. He did not want to go back to Forks. He did not want to see her in her new life. But his undead heart has gotten the better of him.
How will the new, twenty four year old Bella react when the forever seventeen year old lover of her youth returns? And how will Edward deal with the fact that not only is Bella happy, but she's also a wife and a mother of a two year old son?
And the biggest question of all arises; When a vampire is changed, can he ever be changed back?

Disclaimer:
I am NOT Stephenie Meyer. Therefore, I do not own any of these characters. Unfortunately.

My Rule:
We all know that most readers skip over stories with a low amount of reviews. So I have a rule when it comes to all of my stories.
Three reviews or the next chapter is not posted. I don't do this to be mean, I just think it's nice. Reviews don't have to be mega long. A simple "I liked it" is good enough for me.

Author's Note:
If you are a reader of 'The Words of Reality', I know you are probably wanting to kill me right now. I stand by my recent statement that I will not give up on that story. But honestly, I am having a bit of writer's block with it right now. So until I can get back on my feet with that story, I am putting it on hiatus. I'm sorry, but it must be done.
So if I'm having such a hard time with that one, some of you must be wondering why the hell I'm putting up another. As most of you writer's know, the writing process can be very stupid sometimes. At random moments, a six foot tall plot monster will just pop in and hammer at your mind until you begin to write. That is what has happened with this story. I was sitting on my couch today, actually reading another story, when out of nowhere, this idea lodged itself into my brain and I could not get it out. So, to appease my mind, I sat down and started to write out a plot. I literally sat and wrote for over an hour. Just on my ideas for the story. I pretty much wrote out everything that happens in detail. So I know everything about this story as of now. I'm not sure how long it will be, or the amount of time that it takes me to write it. I'm not even sure how often I will update. But I welcome you to Le Coeur Vivant. I hope you enjoy.

Le Coeur Vivant
Prelude

"I was wishing that I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn't so afraid."

"I don't want you to be afraid." His voice was just a soft murmur. I heard what he couldn't truthfully say, that I didn't need to be afraid, that there was nothing to fear.

"Well, that's not exactly the fear that I meant, although that's certainly something to think about."

So quickly that I missed the movement, he was half sitting, propped up on his right arm, his left palm still in my hands. His angel's face was only a few inches from mine. I might have -- should have -- flinched away from his unexpected closeness, but I was unable to move. His golden eyes mesmerized me.

"What are you afraid of then?" He whispered intently.

But I couldn't answer. As I had just that once before, I smelled his cool breath in my face. Sweet, delicious, the scent made my mouth water. It was unlike anything else. Instinctively, unthinkingly, I leaned closer, inhaling.

And he was gone, his hand ripped from mine. In the time it took my eyes to focus, he was twenty feet away,
standing at the edge of the small meadow, in the deep shade of a huge fir tree. He stared at me, his eyes dark in the shadows, his expression unreadable.

I could feel the hurt and shock on my face. My empty hands stung.

"I'm...sorry...Edward." I whispered. I knew he could hear.

It was in that moment that I made a decision that would change the rest of our lives. It was in that moment that I realized she cared too deeply for me. My insides twisted at the thought of what that would mean. I wanted her to love me because I loved her. The dead heart in my chest lay waiting to be revived by the human girl that had captured it. But I couldn't let this happen. She was too close already. I could kill her at any moment. Why couldn't she have just realized that? I didn't want to end her life. I didn't want to lose her. But if losing her was what it would take to keep her safe, then I would make that sacrifice.

Seven years ago I heard her whisper those words across that meadow. Seven years ago I turned my back and decided that it was safer for me to leave. I was her perfect predator. Everything about me drew her in. My scent, my appearance, the way I spoke. I was a monster. I was Bella's monster.

Seven years ago I made the choice not to return to her. I turned my back and ran through the forest back to my home, packed up my belongings, hugged my family goodbye and left. I knew it would hurt her at first, but it would be better for her in the long run. I couldn't take the risk of hurting her. She would find someone new eventually.
She would be happy. She would have a future. She would continue on and eventually forget about me.

So with that thought in mind, I left Forks and everything it had to offer me. I left the teenage human sitting alone in the meadow. I left my future and my un-beating heart behind.

It didn't matter if it hurt me. It was for her.

It was all for her.