Hey everyone! This is a little two shot story I've been working on, and this is the first part!

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Miss Isabella Marie Swan, Bachelor's Degree; English Literature; 1st class honours.

I took to the stage, my hands and feet shaking as I begged my body not to fuck up and make me fall flat on my face.

It didn't help that my sister, Alice, had forced me to wear heels.

I took to the stage without worry and made my way to the Dean, smiling softly as I shook his hand and accepted the parchment.

I could hear my family cheering over the noise of the general applause, and I could just imagine Charlie's tears as he watched his oldest daughter do something he never got the chance to.

I made my way down from the stage and the rest of the ceremony seemed to fly past in a blur, and before I knew it we were at dinner; My mother, my father and my little sister.

I say "little" sister in more of a "height difference" than age difference. Alice was only one year younger than me, I was 24 and she was 23, though our heights made us look like we came from different families altogether.

I was 5 foot 6, and she only reached 4 foot 11. She had gorgeous black spiky hair, with blue eyes that pierced through me and knew every one of my secrets.

Me on the other hand, I had plain brown hair, and hazel eyes set in my pale face that made me blend in with almost every person in Seattle.

I had attended the University of Washington to stay close to my parents in Forks.

Alice had moved to Florida and was working as a waitress at present, she had little interest in College.

"I'm really proud of you, Bells." My dad snapped me from my thoughts, and I glanced up at him with a smile, "After you took a year out after high school to go travelling, I didn't actually think you'd want to go to College."

I knew my father had thought that of me when I announced at 18 that after my high school graduation I was going to travel the world before I settled in Seattle to take on College.

In my own mind, I knew I regretted my decision to go to College. My year of travelling had been amazing for me, seeing the world, taking thousands of pictures at every given opportunity, seeing the wonders of the world that people only glanced at in magazines and movies...

But most of all... It was him.

He was the best thing that came from my travels.

I met him in Australia on my first night in Sydney. We talked, we laughed, we made love...

He wanted to know everything about me, and I wanted to know everything about him.

There wasn't much for me to tell; I came from a small town, I studied hard, I decided to go travelling before going to College in Seattle. My plan after that was to become a writer, and I planned to keep travelling as I did so.

I could write anywhere in the world.

He'd watched me with such fascination as I told him, his green eyes sparkling with excitement, and his bronze messy hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

He had the most fantastic body too. Words can't even describe him.

But I'll try.

The hard planes of his chest were slightly tanned, his six pack evident as I glanced over and over at his body. His arms were muscular, not overly, but enough that when he hovered above me I could see them flexing in the dim light of my hotel room. His legs were pure muscle, which meant he had the strength to hold the both of us up, something I couldn't quite understand but I loved it either way.

And that butt... Jesus that boy had a great ass...

And that cock... Jesus...

So hard, so thick, so big.

Anyway...

He also had a great sense of humour. He made me laugh everyday, and I loved watching him laugh... The way his face lit up in a smile and his nose crinkled...

Intelligent was definitely another word to describe him. He knew a lot about the economy and business, as well as literature.

Endless nights were spent cuddled in bed as we discussed the classics...

My three weeks spent travelling around Australia were spent with him.

I found out that he came from London, he was travelling the world too, and after he was finished with his trip he had to go home to take care of "family duties".

After a week or so I found out that he had to take over his family business, and so he'd never be able to see the world again.

It made me quite sad.

We stood together in the airport in Perth, my flight was taking off for Dubai, and his was going to China.

I clutched him tightly, not sure if I could let go of him after everything we'd been through.

I'd fallen in love with this gorgeous, handsome, smart, funny, man... All in the space of three weeks.

Yes, I'd given myself to him, in every way possible... But it wasn't just the connection of "sex" that kept me tied to him.

It was the way we looked at each other. Constant longing, constant adoration and constant happiness.

He made me the happiest girl alive.

We stood at the departure gates as our flights were called, and he brushed my hair away from my face before cupping my cheek and leaving a soft lingering kiss on my lips.

I sighed against him, my arms tightening around his waist as my forehead rested on his beautifully sculpted jaw.

He was so tall. He made me feel protected.

"You're the best thing to happen to me, Bella." He whispered softly in my ear, "I don't know how I will live without you."

I shut my eyes tight, tears building up in my chest as I let out a sob, "I don't want to leave you." I bit out.

He pulled back softly, running his hand down my cheek and kissing my nose, "We have our memories." He nodded, "And just know, Bella... Please, just know..."

My brown eyes stared up at his green gaze, and before I knew it the words were out of his mouth, "I love you."

I gasped, my eyes blinking a few times before I smiled, "I love you too, Edward."

He pulled me close harshly, crushing his lips to mine as all the memories of our past three weeks bombarded my mind.

He let me go after a long minute, we turned towards our separate gates... And I never saw him again.

I turned my attention back to my family, realising with a heavy heart that four years later I was still head over heels in love with him.

Alice was chattering about something in Florida, and I listened intently to her story.

"So you see, he was travelling around America... And he came into the restaurant one night... And we got talking..."

I watched as Renee frowned, "You never told us you had a boyfriend."

"Well... I've only known him two weeks..." She stalled, "But he's not my boyfriend... He's my fiancé."

I watched as Charlie almost choked on his steak and Renee gulped down her wine quickly.

I stared at my sister.

All I could do was stare.

"He's actually here today... Seattle was one of his stops..." She smiled, glancing over to look at me, "He's wanted to go to Seattle ever since he was in Australia and he heard people talking about it."

You know when you have that aching feeling in your stomach? And you know it's so surreal and stupid, because it could never happen...

It's impossible.

But the feeling just wont go away.

We finished our dinner in shocked silence, before we made our way to the hotel my family was staying at.

All the while, Charlie and Renee asked Alice questions about this mysterious man, and I blocked them out as best I could, trying to decipher my own thoughts.

"He's in the lobby." Alice nodded with a smile, leading us in as we followed behind her warily.

My stomach churned as she ran towards the bar, a tall man sitting on the stool.

She called out his name, and my feet stopped moving just as he turned around and his face was revealed to us all.

Bronze hair.

Green eyes.

Beautiful wide smile.

I choked, my hand reaching up to my throat to stop the noise from escaping.

It was him.

Edward.

My Edward.

And my sister was marrying him.

He stepped forward, hugging Alice's tiny form until he turned to my mother and father.

He shook their hands with a smile, before glancing at Alice as she called out for me.

I realised I was standing quite far away from them all, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.

They all turned towards me, and I could hear Alice introduce me as his eyes locked with mine.

Flashbacks of those eyes coursed through me. All of our memories running through my veins as I watched his eyes widened in front of me.

He was here. He was actually here.

His eyes held the same emotion I did... Shock. Remembrance. Love.

My name fell from his lips, my name...

My name that he graced with the sound of his love.


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