A/N: Just a short prologue. Will be doing points of view from Edward and Jacob as the story moves along. Reviews and comments are always appreciated. :]

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"Bella, sweetest Bella."

Edward slid the back of his hand against Bella's cheek. That icy touch would not be hers anymore. Her eyes were as blank as they were brown.

"Bella, My eternity of words does not have the ability to express how I love you."

She had no expression.

"I.. " For the first time, Edward was hesitant to speak.

"I.. I think I am attracted to.."

Bella's eyes had an increasing sense of eagerness as they were drawn by his.

".. males."

Bella's entire body seemed to deflate in relief. She looked down, then ran her hand through her hair. Shutting her eyes, she deeply exhaled.

Edward was sitting upright, his hands clasped together, his face on the edge of anticipation. He was blinking slowly. His cool vampire exterior was still present, but it was obvious that he was waiting for a reaction. His chest almost seemed to be moving up and down, as if he was breathing.

Finally, Bella broke the silence.

"I don't know if I'm supposed to be surprised, Edward.."

"What?" Edward was taken aback. After all, he could not read her mind.

"What do you mean?" Edward inquired again, with a desperate pleading tone in his voice.

Once again she ran her hand through her hair, looking around the room at various objects and finally focusing her eyes on his gaze.

"Edward Cullen, you're gay."

"I'm gay." He spoke the words distantly, like he was reading a book describing someone else.

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Later that day, Bella sat on Edward's bed, both of them cross-legged, talking together. Bella was tracing the seams of the soft comforter that was never used. Edward moved to lie down on his back with his hands behind his head, staring up at the white ceiling.

While Bella was accepting and understand of how Edward was, there were still some parts that she did not comprehend.

His lifestyle did not bother her, and she had begun to feel the distance for some time now. The way his eyes could not hold hers anymore, the way his desire for her seemed a thing of the past and almost forced, how sometimes it seemed he would get annoyed with her- but most of all, it was the way he unknowingly and carelessly looked at males.

Bella did not want to say anything about this to him. At the time she was confused about their relationship together. Where was it going? Why did he seem uninterested when before, when they had been so intwined by intoxicating desire?

"When a male touches me... it feels like I can almost feel heat again. His lips are rough and soft at once, and his touch is fiery..."

Edward looked down, the edge of his mouth began to curl into a smile.

"It's an attraction I could die for."