Disclaimer: I do not own any of the books in the twilight series, all that belongs to Stephanie meyer.

Authors note: Ok this is my first entry into fanfiction as i can no longer wait for the new book to come out. It is written basically as the next novel but will never compare to stephanie meyers astounding work. Please read and review as my first entry ever i would love some feedback.

Sorry for the false alert, i just had to edit something on this. Thankyou to ThePurpleKiwi to bringing it to my attention.

Chapter 1- Bella vs. Cathy

I laid on my bed in pure silence unsure in my mind about what had happened over the past week. A fight, a heartbreaking choice and an engagement it just seemed to much, not only that telling my parents about the engagement. Though to me there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I had made the right choice, or was there? Edward was my everything; I could not bare to lose him. He owned my heart and my soul. Actually, wait...that's not right. He did not own it, he was it. Or perhaps I have been reading Wuthering heights a few to many times. I know I would always pick it up to avoid certain conversations, I even begun to reference my life to it, I used it when I made my decision. I had finally understood what Cathy had meant, Edward was my life if he was to go I would plunge into darkness, but if the world itself plunged into darkness and I had Edward…well there would always be a light of hope. Unfortunately just like Cathy I had more then one person to choose from, although she ended up marrying the one she did not truly love, I feel as if I am making sure I do not make her mistake, and die lonely and without my true love.

Oh God listen to me now…Im even comparing myself to Cathy.

Sitting up I looked at my bed side table…a ring box sat there, not any ring box, it contained my engagement ring, Edwards mothers ring to be exact, of course this was not the first item of his family he had given me, looking now at my bracelet. It seemed that every time I looked at it I cringed, it was a constant reminder to me of the emotional war between Edward and Jacob…a war that revolved around me, a war that I had to end with a few simple words and yet those few simple words would have nearly killed me if I did not have my Edward to come back to for support. And of course Cathy was in way to blame, thou I suppose either way someone would have been hurt at least I was with the one I could not live without. Cathy's words 'I am Heathcliff' suddenly rung throughout my mind…

"I am Edward…" I slowly yet in deep thought said it to myself, trying to see if it felt as right to me as it did to her, somehow if just felt right.

As I reached over and picked up the ring box opening it slowly I stared at it, it would be a shame to have it on a hand not worthy of its beauty and yet it now belonged to me.

"Bells, Edwards here…" a voice boomed from downstairs, it was Charlie my father.

While Charlie had never really approved of Edward since he left such a long time ago only to come back, he did seem to warm up to him a little bit more which in my books was a relief…though of course the news of the wedding was not exactly thrilling to him.

I wandered down the stairs to see my angel standing in the doorway; I stopped for a moment looking at his lustrous beauty…Why did I almost seem to lose my breath when ever I saw him? It was one of the weird effects he had on me. Walking over to him I embraced him softly, well as soft as you could with someone who was as hard as stone. The creeping curve upon his lips seemed to be the only thing that would make you certain he was actually real and not some wonderful dream or implausible hallucination.

"I missed you…" His cool breath in my ear made me shiver in delight, only to be aided by the cool velvety tone that always seemed to melt my heart whenever I heard it. Leaning up and kissing his lips gently, not willing to go any further then that as Charlie was watching our every movement. Taking his hand we walked back up the stairs from which I came and into my room…and of course nothing could get past Edward as he picked up the tattered and worn copy of Wuthering heights, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I think I have found a new way to read your mind" he said with slight chuckle looking at the page I had been reading.

"You know Bella; you have read this book a thousand times just in the time I have known you. This means I know you well enough to realize that when you pick up Wuthering heights, something is lingering in your mind and it has to do with me." He could not help but smile at this, he knew he had me worked out he was always picking up silly things like this.

"Well for you information I have barely read this a thousand times, more like twenty or so." I said a sly smile upon my face as I took the book from his hands and placed it in my draw in my bedside table. Edward looked at me now his smile had faded into a frown, as he sat down on the edge of my bed patting beside him indicating for me to take a seat…

"Bella…you already know how frustrating it is for me that I cannot read your mind so that I may put my own at ease. Let alone how distressing it is to see you pick up that particular book and not tell me what you are thinking…are you having second thoughts?" he looked at me now his eyes reflecting that soft sadness that just told me he was concerned and anxious about this.

"Of course not…My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath--a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind--not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being…Edward you are my Heathcliff… And as you are my Heathcliff, I am Heathcliff to." I looked at him now unsure of his reaction, unsure if he had understood what I had just tried to tell him.

A feeling of relief swept over my body as his frown had now curved upwards in a soft caring and loving way. Kissing my lips he merely looked at me and spoke into my ear as quite as he could.

"Why must I be Heathcliff, when I could be Edward...or do you prefer to think of me as Heathcliff and you as Cathy?" he licked the lower lobe of my ear softly, playfully as he pulled me down onto the bed so that I laid next to him, his hands running along my sides gently, his cold hands sending chills up my spine.

"No I want my own love story, one with a happy ending or at least a happy forever" pausing for a brief moment I looked him into his beautiful amber eyes "…I am Edward." Unsure what to do now I merely now kissed his lips with such delicateness as humanly possible.

"Then I promise you I will make sure you are happy forever…" as he spoke I could feel something slide onto my finger…the ring that I was unsure about wearing around Charlie, around everyone, had been returned to its rightful place…and I suppose it should stay there.