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Enjoy this is my first attempt at a third person writing.

The beta work done by PTB.

Chapter 1

Don't Think I don't have regrets

He picked up his glass and swirled the liquid around before bringing it to his mouth and draining it. The bar was poorly lit, and empty. Not the place you would think to find a man like him. It smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume, but everyone else around him seemed to be drinking to forget their problems too. The bartender never asked questions he just poured the drinks and left, it was the perfect place for him. He was alone and would be forever; his chances at happiness had been ruined. Edward didn't like to think about what had happened, but nothing seemed to help keep the memories away anymore. He was a shell of a man. The only thing left was his career and that provided little motivation to get out of bed each morning. The bartender brought his new drink, and set it front of him, the bartender had seen many broken hearts sit here and drink their troubles away, but the look in his man eyes was too much for even him. Edward looked down into the liquid; it was brown just like her eyes. He closed his eyes and tried to will away the images that swirled in his head. The sad, brown eyes looked back at him from the rear-view mirror, and, before he could stop it, the whole scene played back in his mind like a movie.

"Bella," he said "I don't understand how you can be so naive."

"I'm not naïve, Edward. I just have a little faith in people!" She started to raise her voice; she hated to be talked down to. He knew that all too well, he was trying to get her as mad as he was.

Edward was sick of her friend "Jake." Jake had been in love with Bella almost as long as he had. Bella was too blind to see it. She always saw the best in people and could never bring herself to think poorly of anyone. Jake was always trying to break them up, telling Bella lies about Edward. He acted like it was out of concern for her, when really he just wanted his chance with her. Edward was sick of Bella always believing Jake. He constantly had to reassure Bella that the lies weren't true.

Jake went to far this time, telling Bella that Edward cheated on her with Jessica Stanley.

"If you have so much faith in people then have faith in me! I love you, Bella; I really do, but I can't take this anymore," Edward yelled back at her.

Edward had loved her since the first moment he saw he. He was five years old, and she was wearing the most beautiful blue dress he had ever seen. While running around with the other kids, she looked so delicate, so fragile, until he watched her turn around punch Mike Newton in the face and make him cry. To this day he didn't know if it was the punch or the dress that made him love her.

"Don't you yell at me, Edward Cullen!" Bella's face was red; she was mad now.

Good, Edward didn't think he should be the only one who was mad.

"Why would Jake lie? How could you do this to me, to us? I love you." Bella was really yelling at him now.

Edward laughed almost manically. "Why? Why! WHY? You really have to ask why he would lie. He's in love with you! He always has been. All he does is fill your head with lies, Bella. Lies. I am done with this! It's him or me. Choose."

"What do you mean, choose? He's my friend, Edward, I'm not just going to stop being friends with him just because you say so." Tears pooled in Bella's eyes. Edward felt bad but she always cried when she was mad.

"Right, so him then-" Bella started to say something, but he interrupted her and said something he would regret everyday for the rest of his life. "That's good because we wouldn't have lasted anyways. I don't think we were ever really in love to begin with; we where just fooling ourselves. No one find their soulmate at five years old. Good bye, Bella, I'll never bother you again."

Edward got in his car, slammed the door, and drove away. He glanced back only to see Bella fall to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

Edward signaled again for another drink. He wondered if Bella ever thought about him the way he thought about her. He would give anything to go back and fix that moment, to just take back what he said, but he couldn't. He had brought this on himself, and the only thing that seemed to help the hole in his heart was the whiskey. Usually the whiskey dulled the memories but tonight it only seemed to reinforce all them and all the mistakes he had made.

"But, Edward, you have to." His sister Alice pleaded with him.

"I can't, Alice. I can't watch her be with somebody else." Edward's voice was thick with emotion as he turned his head so Alice wouldn't see him cry.

"Then say something, damn it! Go to her, and tell her you still love her. I know you do and it kills me to see you both like this." Alice grabbed Edward shoulders and started to shake him. Bella was Alice's best friend.

"What am I supposed to say, Alice? It's been six years; she's has moved on. I mean she's getting married!"

"I don't know, but this might be your last chance to say something, to do something to let her know. Fight for her. Win. Tell her you regret it, and that you are sorry that, you still love her. You can fix this if you try; I know you can." Alice grabbed his face and brought him down to her eye level. "I know you're scared, and I know it will be hard, but ask yourself if she is worth it, if you are worth it?"

"You don't know what you are talking about. She will never forgive me. I crushed her; I broke her heart, and the only thing I can do for her is keep my promise and never bother her again."

"No! You don't know what you're talking about! You don't have to look in to her lifeless eyes. She still loves you, I know it. She's just waiting for you, because she's too proud to come crawling back to you." Alice was upset. Edward could see the concern etched on her face. "Look, I have to go. Bella will be wondering where I am. I am her maid of honor after all."

Alice turned to go but before she did she put a card down on the table and said, "Just think about it." With that she was gone.

Edward was stunned. Bella's eyes were always so full of life and dancing with excitement. How could Alice call them lifeless? And why would Bella come crawling back to him? This was all his fault. He was jealous. If he hadn't drove away from her that day, maybe they could have fixed it.

He walked over to the table where Alice had set the card and picked it up. It was a wedding invitation; it was for Bella's wedding. He picked it up carefully, tracing his fingers over the raised script of her name, and he began to sob. Edward never let himself cry about this before. It felt good; it filled the void. He thought about Bella, and how much he still loved her. He thought about how he had hurt his family in the last few years, his refusal to go to Alice wedding because he knew Bella would be there. He thought back to what Alice had said. This really was his last chance. After today she would be married, she would belong to someone else. He looked down at the invitation; the wedding was on the other side of town and was about to start. He would never make it in time, but he was sick of living with regrets so he grabbed his coat and took his last chance.

Edward was walking home from the bar, the whiskey didn't help tonight. He hoped he was drunk enough to at least fall into a deep sleep, he remembered too much already tonight. Edward unlocked his door and walked in. His apartment was far from homey, and it was empty just like he was. He walked in to his room. He attempted to undress himself. The whiskey didn't help the memories but was making buttons blurry and hard to handle. He finally just gave up and crawled into bed. He closed his eyes and hoped for sleep, but it didn't come.

He was ready to stop any minute now, but he couldn't. Edward had to keep going; he had to get to her before she belonged to someone else. He could finally see the hotel. He pushed harder, and he needed to move faster, he couldn't lose this chance. Alice finally made Edward see what he wouldn't admit to himself; he still loved Bella Swan. She was the first girl he had ever kissed, and he wanted her to last.

Since the day he left her crying behind his car, he didn't have a reason to live. Now running towards the hotel to stop Bella's wedding, he felt so alive. He reached the door of the hotel and swung them open dramatically. He glanced around the lobby until he saw the sign pointing to the Swan/Crowley wedding. Edward followed the arrows while trying to slow his heavy breathing and clam his nerves. When he rounded the corner he noticed that doors to the room were open.

I've made it, he thought.

As Edward drew closer, he didn't see anyone else in the room; it was empty. The wedding was over; he was too late. Edward felt his body go limp as he fell to his knees. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the feeling in his chest. The hope he had been feeling moments ago only served to worsen the blow, and his tears flowed for the second time that day. Edward glanced up into the mirrors across the room. The irony wasn't lost on him that he looked the same as Bella did in his rear-view mirror all those years ago.

That had happened weeks ago, but the memory was still fresh in his mind. He had tortured himself with what ifs. If only he had been faster. If only he had realized sooner. If only he had never drove that car away.

He almost reached the point of sweet unconsciousness which was his only relief from the crushing feeling in his heart. He could feel the pain drifting when he heard a knock at his door. No one came to see him anymore; he couldn't imagine who it would be. He reluctantly swung his feet over the edge of his bed and stood up. He was angry at whoever had interrupted his only escape. With his face set in a scowl, he flung open his door and then green met brown. Bella. She was still the most beautiful thing Edward had ever seen. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes went wide. Bella smiled at him while tears welled up in her eyes. She looked to his eyes and saw the broken man he had become. Neither one said a word.

Bella lick her lips and cleared her throat, and then she finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, Edward. You were right." Bella's voice broke on the last word and tears finally made their way down her cheeks.

A/N

I hope you all liked it so far, I need to get this story out of my head before I can finish WTFB. Chapter 2 is coming soon this is a shorter story five chapters tops.