A/N: Well, it's been quite a while since I've written a fanfiction. Hopefully you all like what I'm presenting here. I'll talk to you more at the end of the chapter

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Thanks to my best friend, cutiecaitlyn2244, for being supportive as well as being my beta.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

When the sun does rise up

Over that silver horizon

Would you let out a soft spoken prayer

Cause she's lower than hell and she needs a good friend

Who don't mind giving up holidays.

Cause all of your heroes and fairweather friends

Watch as your dreams tumble

Down down down

Where the souls of Manhattan resound.

Souls of Manhattan - Jon Bryant

Sitting alone in a café in New York, Bella wondered how long she would be alone

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy being alone, per se, it was just starting to get old.

She had moved to New York from quite possibly the smallest town in the world – Forks, Washington – over a year ago. Charlie hadn't known what to feel at the thought of his only child going across the country, somewhere where he would be unable to protect her, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that Bella's dream of being a writer would make it impossible for him to stand in her way, so he let her go. Not letting Bella see the tears that rolled down his cheeks as she boarded the plane.

Bella's mother, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Renee understood the need to see more of the world than just Forks. Forks could be suffocating, what with the cover of clouds and the constant rain, but what Renee couldn't understand was why Bella would choose New York over somewhere like Arizona or Florida.

What Renee didn't know was that New York was the furthest place away from Washington that Bella could think of. Which was exactly the reason Bella decided to move there. Bella couldn't, wouldn't, risk running into anyone from her past. She could spew things about New York being the best place for an aspiring writer to live, but that wasn't what really drew her to the city that never sleeps. But, to tell someone this, would show that she had weaknesses. Another thing she couldn't risk, lest someone exploit them.

Even though the thought of opening up to people again scared Bella more than most things, she couldn't help but wish that she wouldn't have to do things alone. It wasn't that she didn't have friends, it was just that all the friends she had she either worked with or lived across the country.

Little did Bella know – as she sat alone at a table by the window, earphones in, head down – that the person that would help change her life was walking through the door to the same café as she pondered her thoughts, too absorbed to notice.

He was beautiful. If Bella had been paying attention, she would have noticed him straight away. He was tall, probably 6'2, and slender with sharp edges. His hair stood on end, but didn't make him look like a slob. Rather it made him look as though he had just got done having a rendezvous in the back of a car.

If those things wouldn't have made him stand out, the colors he carried would have. He dressed in black – black skinny jeans, shiny black pointed shoes, and a long open black peacoat with a black cable-knit sweater underneath. This ensemble was normal for New York, but the way it contrasted with his pale skin made it stand out among the tans one normally saw on the men. His hair was precisely the color of a new penny and his eyes looked like freshly mown grass.

He wore a few rings on his hands – one on his left middle finger, one on his right thumb, and another on his right ring finger. It didn't make him look less masculine, but rather added to his edge. Along with tattoo that sat between his left thumb and pointer finger.

Bella may not have noticed him as he walked in, but he definitely noticed her.

As soon as he walked into the café, Bella caught his attention. He would tell her this, years later, but she would continue to roll her eyes and say she was nothing special.

If only she knew how wrong she was. Bella was always too immersed in her thoughts, readings, and writing to notice how people stared as she walked by. People couldn't help but be enchanted by her.

The man who walked into the café was enchanted, more so than anyone else, so much so that he couldn't help but inject himself into Bella's life.

And that's where our story begins.

A/N: So, whatcha think?

The plans for this story are in the very vague stages. I didn't even really mean to write this, so where it'll end up is completely up to whatever happens as the characters move me along. I know, way to be vague, but I can promise you that no matter what happens there'll be a happy ending in store for these characters.

The plan at this point is to update once a week. I am in school, so the days might vary, but I promise to not leave you guys hanging around.

Thank you for reading. Let me know whether you loved it, loathed it, or whatevered it. I'd love to hear from you guys. And I'll try to respond to reviews.

All my love,

Angel