Preface

I was running through the rain not caring if I bumped into people or thinking I was some kind of wacko on the loose I didn't care. All I want to do is run, runaway from reality, runaway from the guy I loved, runaway from myself, and for everything that's around me.

Suddenly I felt something tugging or pulling my right arm and saying don't worry its ok.

I turned around and saw Edward the guy I loved, the guy that I have always dream or fantasize over even if he thinks of me only as a friend I love him but not the same way he does.

"What are doing here?" I manage to choke out from my uncontrollably sobbing.

"I came to run after you" He answered.

"Why, shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" my voice is starting crack at every word I say.

"I would if I have one" He answered again calmly.

I started to roll my eyes and then I noticed he was still holding my hand. His hand was just the same things I felt when he hugged me before, it felt so warm and safe like his ready to protect me from everything.

"You can let go of my hand now, its ok" I said avoiding his beautiful green eyes I was use to staring at.

"No" he answered again but more firmly like he doesn't want to let go at all.

"Edward I told you its ok it was just a misunderstanding you should go back to her you got it all wro—

"She's just a childhood friend, I met up with her boyfriend a week ago at the café, and she doesn't mean anything to me but a friend. She asks me if we could hang out to catch up on things when we were little and I agreed to it because I haven't seen her for a long time ago. We went to the diner and talked about a lot of stuff and that's when you came in and saw us together. But I promise you nothing happened"

I turned around and saw that it was all true I saw it in his green beautiful eyes. We stared at each other for god knows how long. It was still raining and he was still holding my hand cold hand with his warm ones.

But one thing I don't understand why is he explaining everything to me? It's not like he would even care but yet he does.

"Why are you telling me all of this? " I asked.

"Because…" he started and he broke our gaze together and looked he looked at the ground.

For about a minute he lifted his head up and looked at my plane brown eyes again. I could feel it in his eyes that he was serious.

"Because I love you Bella"