Okay, so this is my very first fan fiction story, (it's only a one shot though). Sorry if it's totally awful!

"Oh my god! Will you stop trying to say 'I'm sorry! I'm sorry!' It's really getting annoying!" I yelled to Edward. "And," I added, "it's obviously a LIE!"

"I'm not lying."

"Sure, you just keep telling yourself that." My voice was dripping with sarcasm. I looked down when I finished the sentence.

"I was drunk." He said back normally.

"That's the point! She was all over you! If you had been smart enough to not get drunk none of this would have happened!"

He didn't respond. I ran outside. It was raining.

We lived together in a beach house that wasn't thirty feet from the ocean. His absolutely loaded parents bought it for us right after we finished med school and law school. He went to Cornell and John Hopkins; I went to Yale for both my undergrad and my law degree.

We both went to Marywood Palm Valley School in Rancho Mirage, CA for k-7th grade. We were both shipped off to the same boarding school in Massachusetts for eighth grade through 12th.

When we were in college we managed to remain together despite the distances between New Haven, CN and Baltimore, Maryland, and New York City.

The thought didn't even occur to me in the seven years that we were apart that he had seven years to cheat on me.

I loved the raining beach at sunset.

The normal beach was almost so beautiful it was heartbreaking. The kind of just natural beauty that just made you want to scream for no apparent reason. You just wanted to feel the rough sand between your toes. You could almost feel the warm summer breeze running through your hair that dried like the models in magazines because of the salt in the water after a long day at the beach. You could feel the sundress that you put on not only because you wanted to and because it looked good on you but because your back was sunburned and it hurt to put anything else on.

That was the beach on a dry summer day.

The raining beach at summer reminded you of a sappy romance novel where the perfect guy is hesitant to kiss his girl and you just scream at the TV "Kiss the girl already!" The raining beach at sunset on the perfect day still had the warm summer breeze and the gorgeous landscaping that made you just want to rip you hair out and scream at the top of your lungs.

You wanted to scream until your throat felt like it was on fire. You wanted to scream until your throat was dry and you need a drink of water before you can actually talk. You don't know just why, but you do.

So, I was outside just running when Edward came up behind me and grabbed me and held me.

He didn't say he was sorry anymore. He just held me as I wept and crying into his chest. Somehow in the middle of that we both fell to the sand. "I love you," was all he said, and he said it often.

"I love you too." Was all I could manage to get out when I stopped crying.

When I got to the point where I could talk I cracked up laughing. I loved the sound of laughter mixed in with rain when you were at the ocean. You could hear the rain hitting the salty water of the ocean and it sounded like little firecrackers mixed in with rain. Mixed with a laugh, it just sounded like music.

"Why do you keep saying that?" I laughed to him.

"Why do I keep saying what?"

"I love you. I know you do, or else you wouldn't have come out in the middle of the pouring rain and ruined your favorite shirt. Speaking of which, ruining that shirt is a shame, it's pure silk." I joked.

He laughed at my worry over the shirt. "Well, I keep saying 'I love you' because a very wise woman once told me that you shouldn't say 'I love you' to someone unless you really do love them, but if you do really love them you should say it often. People forget." He looked down at me and smiled. He kissed my hair.

"Don't you mean your mother, Esme?"

"Yes, I do."

"She really is a very wise woman."