Alright, were to begin? Firstly, let me apologize a thousand times for disappearing for the past… too many months. Life has been incredibly complicated with school, work, and countless family issues, and every time I've made an attempt to jump back into my writing things have gotten complicated, but I am officially on break from school so I've got a little bit of free time. If you're a new reader than you probably haven't read any of my other stories, and for those have read my stories, I hope you'll forgive me and bear with me as I try to jump back into writing. It will be a slow working process as I will be working on picking up from where I left off on "Leave Out All The Rest," and "Forks," while also trying to start a few new stories like the one you're about to read. The reason I will be adding new stories is so that, if at any time I suffer from every writer's nightmare, "The Writer's Block," or I just feel like jumping genres depending on my mood I can work on a different story.

Okay, so this story is Emmett/Bella and for those of you who like the traditional Edward/Bella pairing, I apologize, but I ask you to keep an open mind if you intend to read this. Given that this is fanfic, it is fun to, at times, play a bit with the characters and present something different to the reader's, and since there are so many of us writing Twific's, this allows me to be original. Edward will still be a major character in this story, and at times he may not seem likeable, but he is a good person. For those of you who have read my stories in the past you already know that I am notorious for my incredibly long Author's Notes, and I will be leaving another at the end of this prologue, and for those of you reading this and wondering when it will end, sorry… and here's the story.

This story is titled after Allison Iraheta's song, "No One Else"

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PROLOGUE

Bella's, P.O.V.

As kids were given this romanticized image of true love through stories where princes save princesses from all the evils of the world and everyone lives happily ever after. Then you grow up and the concept of love becomes… complicated. Whether because you get dumped for the first time, you get used, cheated on, or you get your heart broken by that person who you thought was the one. Or if, like me, you see two people so in love, and wish that it was you, only to see those same two people leave each other without so much as a good-bye, and it forces you to fear the idea of ever falling in love because you're afraid of getting your heart broken.

Now I won't say that true love doesn't exist, I'm just saying that before E… him… I never thought I'd find it, and now I'm just not so sure if I can keep it. I wanted nothing more but to go to him, allow him to wrap his strong arms around me and tell me that everything would work out and that he loved me, and in a moment of blissful insanity, I'd tell him I loved him too. However, my fear just wouldn't allow it. So here I am boarding a flight to go back to my life, with no love, and a sharp pain in my chest. I really wish things had been different though, like maybe, we could have met sooner, perhaps we could have bumped into each other at the park, he could have approached me and asked me out on a date, or maybe by some strange twist in fate I could have found myself lost in Seattle where I could have wondered into his bar. He could have laughed his beautiful laugh at my apparent lack of direction and then we could have spent the whole night lost in conversation. I would have liked that. Yet, for some strange reason, I met him in the most impossible way, and now that it's all come crashing down around me, I can't seem to move forward. I'm not even sure if I can without him.

There it is again. That pain in my chest, which only seems to grow more and more debilitating with each and every step I take that brings me further and further away from him. It makes me cry; something I've been doing a lot lately. It makes me wonder how he's feeling, does he miss me, does he feel like he's lost a part of himself like I do, does he hurt. I close my eyes and feel the cold chill of a tear slide down my face. I can't think about him being hurt, I won't. It'll destroy the last bit of sanity I have left, and then I'll be left with nothing. Nothing but the sad, brutal reality that I was losing what might possibly be my one shot at true love and that it was entirely me fault. I was basically choosing to be alone and unhappy out of fear. I was my own worst enemy.

As I hand over my ticket to the lady in the striped burgundy suit, I find myself wishing silently for a sign, for something, anything, to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. And then I heard it.

Amidst the crowd, a voice shouted out, "Bella!"

I closed my eyes and slowly turned in the direction my name had been called. I knew that voice. I knew it better than any other voice in the whole world. It was his voice. I smile lightly to myself, he's nowhere near me but I can already feel him. He does that to me. I take a deep breath and I open my eyes, and as I do, I see him.

I also see a sign.


Alright, there you have it, the beginning of my new story. I hope you liked it and that you like the following chapters, when I get them posted. I will be posting chapters as often as I can for this story, "Leave Out All The Rest," "Forks," and the three other fics I intend to start up and post, hopefully soon. Also, for those of you who don't know I have a twitter link on my account, which has not been updated yet, but as soon as I get more chapters posted, I will be back on there regularly, and you can track my progress on writing chapter's, see stories or books I recommend for reading, or just hear my ramblings, not unlike what I'm doing now, only less wordy. (Laughs). My new stance on updating, is that I will update when I can, in the past I have driven myself mad over updating once or twice a week and I'd really like to keep my sanity this time around. I'm sure I have more to say, but I just lost my train of thought, so… thank you for reading, If you liked the epilogue and want to see what comes next, add this story to your alerts, or fav it, and review's are always appreciated.

Thanks Again!

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