A/N: This is my first Twilight fic, the characters are a bit OOC, but I hope you like it.  All human.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They are Stephenie Meyer's. Edward Cullen owns me though 

It was a beautiful day and I decided to go out for a walk. I went en route to our meadow… that is what it will always be to me… our meadow. I closed my eyes, and it was as if I was transported back in time to when he was here… with me. I still remember how it was when he first brought me here; it was our refuge, the only place that we can actually call ours. I fell in love with him when we were together, and I fell even deeper in love with him when we were apart. Strange, isn't it? How in all those times I was away from him, he was the only one who dominated my thoughts. Even when I reached the peak of the career I wanted, he was there.

FLASHBACK

"Edward, where on earth are you taking me?" I asked, exasperated.

"Oh Bella, you are so impatient, you'll see it soon enough." He answered, wearing that smile of his, my smile…

"You know I hate surprises. So why not just tell me now?" I asked sweetly.

"Sorry honey, not happening." He said. I sighed with great resignation; he's not going to let me win this time. We kept on walking through the woods until we came to a small clearing and I gasped.

"Do you like it? I found it when I was a small boy wandering about. It was my own secret place, and I was kind of hoping it will be our secret place from now on." I looked around me, it was all so beautiful. The meadow gave me a strong sense of peace and I suddenly flung myself around him. He was letting me into his own secret place and willing for me to share it with him. It was very endearing.

"Thank you for sharing this with me." I whispered, looking deep into his eyes as our mouths like magnets locked in a sweet kiss.

End of Flashback

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes; I was dumbstruck when I saw his deep green eyes staring back at me. It was too late for us, I reminded myself. He was getting married in two weeks, at least that's what I heard when I first came to town this morning, after all these years. My heart clenched when I heard the news. I never stopped loving him, you know? I don't know why, I just never did. And honestly, what was I thinking going back here hoping that everything is as I left it five years ago? Maybe I deserve this for leaving. For choosing a dream I thought I wanted, a dream that I thought would make me happy over the person I love. I did what I thought I had to do, and it only made me miserable. And you know what the best part is? I told him to not wait for me, I told him to find his happiness because I might never come back. And now, I'm afraid of the consequences of my actions because he did what I asked him to do… he moved on with his life and became the happily engaged man I'm looking at right now.

"Hello, Edward; fancy meeting you here." I said, trying to keep a straight face while straightening out my dress, and trying to keep the beating of my heart at a normal pace.

"Hello, Isabella." Isabella… he never called me that unless he was very mad, and I can tell that right now, I am one of his least favorite people in the world. His jaw was clenched tightly and his lips were pressed into a thin line. I decided to break the ice a little.



"How are things going on around here?" I asked. "I heard you're getting married in two weeks. Congratulations." My heart breaking with each word, for honestly how does one congratulate the man you love on his engagement to a person that's not you?

"Everything's fine, everything's just as it is when you left." I laughed inwardly, wanting to tell him that if indeed everything was as it was when I left, he wouldn't be engaged to be married and would've still be in love with me as much as I am in love him.

"So who's the lucky girl?" Tell me, who's the lucky girl who you love more than you do me? Who made you forget about me? I know I was being unfair. After all, I was the one who left. But I just can't help it.

"You know her. Tanya." Yes, I know her: Tanya, the girl who has always been after you even when I was here, by your side.

"I see." It was all I could say; my tongue, too tight to say anything more than that.

"What are you doing here, Isabella?" Ahhhh. I knew he wouldn't be able to keep quiet about it. And I tried to scramble through my brain for a logical answer as to why I'm here.

"What? I'm no longer to visit my childhood home?" I laughed trying to keep my cool.

"It's not that. I meant what are you doing here?" Oh, I see… he meant the meadow. I honestly don't know what I was going to answer so I opted for the safest answer: the truth.

"I don't really know. I was just wandering around and before I knew it, I was here." He seemed to have taken that answer and I breathed again.

"I see." That was all he said. And again, we were covered by a dead silence that seemed to envelope us. I could feel the tension in the air, as if there were a lot of things we needed to say to each other that were kept in all these years. So I did what I did best.

"Well, it's been great seeing you Edward, I have to go. See you around." I turned around to leave but his hand stopped me. I was frozen to the spot and I tried to tug my arm free but he wouldn't budge.

"What are you really doing here, Bella?" He asked and I closed my eyes trying to fight back the tears that are forming. I can't tell him I went back because I realized that I shouldn't have left in the first place; that I realized that my place was here… with him. I came back too late. He was getting married to someone else, and I can't blame him for doing that. I tugged more forcefully knowing that I wouldn't win against his strength.

"You told me you're not coming back. You told me to go on and not wait for you. So what are you doing here?" he asked, more forcefully than before and then, I broke down. I let the tears fall as he held my hand captive. He made me face him and I could see through my teary eyes that he was in pain, I wish I could take it all with me, his pain… and then he looked at me, he looked AT me, and wiped away my tears. The moment his hands touched my face, I forgot why I was even crying. He was here with me, and this moment, though bitter was ours. It may be the last moment we could have together, and I wanted to memorize his face: his perfect eyes, his tousled hair, his tout lips… I want to remember everything. His eyes caught mine, and as if a moth to a flame, our lips met in a frenzied kiss. I knew it was wrong for me to be acting this way to an engaged man. But I can't help myself. It was as if life is being breathed into me when he kissed me. It was as if I was alive again, and for the first time in so long, I let myself be consumed in his kiss. He pressed me closer to his body, his arms holding me captive in a loving 

embrace. I can't describe how his kiss or his touch felt. It was sweet and tentative, not dominating. It was better than I remembered. He made me feel loved again. Our kiss seemed to have gone on forever and then, I pulled away. I looked deep into his eyes, but I couldn't read what emotion was there, and then I realized what I had just done, and I did what I do best. I ran away. This time though, he didn't stop me.

A/N: Should I continue it? Love it? Hate it? Leave a comment. 