I knew I had to get back to work and had to stop thinking about memories. I stepped out of the hospital lounge. I put my earphones in and began listening to Ariana Grande's cover of Rhianna's "Love the Way you lie".

'On the first page of our story

The future seemed so bright

Then this thing turned out so evil

Don't know why I'm still surprised

Even angels have their wicked schemes

And you take that to new extremes

But you'll always be my hero

Even though you've lost your mind'

I, personally thinking about the day I met Edward. It was three days ago from this date. We hadn't been in "love" until today, when we met in the park, kissed, and realized. I smiled as I thought about this wonderful memory while strolling down the hospital hallway. I sat down at my reception desk.

I was so annoyed from all the papers on my desk. They simply reminded me about how much of a failure I was at arranging things. It was like they were saying, 'Bella can't do anything at all… she can't even tackle paperwork.'

Maybe about half an hour later, as I was looking down at paperwork- apparently, the doctors needed new equipment for cancer surgery, and I had raised my hand to help look for new kinds- when suddenly two hands blocked me from seeing anything.

"Edward?" I asked. The hands suddenly were off my eyes and were turning around my chair, and suddenly I was in the air. Yep, it was Edward.

Our lips locked immediately. "Hello, Love." His perfect, velvet, voice replied. We stayed that way for a few minutes, until I was breathless. My eyes glazed over as I looked at his breathtaking face, twisted up into a smile now. "Hi…" I managed to say, before going into a trance from his perfect being.

"What have you been up to?" He asked, eyeing the work on my desk. I sighed, and flopped back in my chair, and put my head in my hands. "Nothing, don't even look at this. Please, don't." I answered, my throat suddenly going thick. He would think I was such an idiot for just sitting here, being intimidated by papers, while I could be 'running the hospital'.

He turned my swivel chair around to face him, and took my face in his hands. "If you are worried that I'll see you as a failure, you're wrong." He replied, his eyes smoldering. How on earth did I get so lucky to find him? He read my face like an open book, or as if he could read my mind as well.

"Dr. Cullen, your break is over. Please come down to finish you surgery." An annoyed voice said, coming over the loudspeaker. Edward suddenly turned into a man of no emotion. He always did this to hide sadness, guilt, or annoyance. It was like he had no emotions except for happiness and anger- "I'll… be back later." He said, turning on his heel and walking away. I swallowed. This is what I hated him doing. He masked everything he felt from his parents, his siblings, and me. We constantly fought about it.

June 2005- flashback

"Just stop being such an ass and tell me what's going on!" I screamed at my boyfriend. I had had enough of his 'I don't have any feelings' scheme. "If you don't tell me, I'll end this!" I yelled at him. His bottom lip trembled. Good, I hurt him.

"If… you… even… understood…" He said, shaking with anger.

"Understood WHAT?" I yelled, tired of this.

"That's I f—-ing can't go against what my father said! I never will, do you understand? If you can't, then you aren't worth my time!" He screamed into my face.

I crumpled into nothing from there. I ran out of the room, grabbed my things, and ran out the door. I shut the door to his apartment, and fell against the door, sobbing. But what hurt even more was that I heard nothing. No sound at all. When Edward was terribly upset he stopped talking, moving, or doing anything. Suddenly I felt the door opened slightly. Arms wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry, Bella… I didn't mean what I said." Edward said, his voice still low from emotion. It was the closest emotion I ever got. I turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry too… look, it doesn't matter. Can't you just help me put my stuff back?" I asked, sniffing back tears. He stroked my cheek. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." He picked me up in his arms, and brought my bag with him as well. He set me down on the couch inside the living room, and kissed my lips once, before bringing my bag down into his room.

"Excuse me? Hello? Isabella?" Lauren Marolly, my boss, came up to me. "Yes, Lauren? What would you like on this fine day?" I snapped.

"Just making sure you're doing your job. Cause you know, I saw you got a little… distracted twice in one hour." She sneered, twirling her blond hair. I scowled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I muttered, ignoring her for five seconds, which made her loose interest and walk away.

For the next five hours, I sat at the reception desk. Thank god that there were very few people coming up, but it could of also been from my hostile look to anyone that even came close.

X

As we stepped into Edward's Aston Martin Vanquish, I saw the vulnerability in his eyes. He looked like he thought I was upset. "Hey… I'm not mad at you, baby. Its ok, I know you had to go." I said, trying to keep my voice light. "Yes, you are. Love- I should have postponed that meeting." He said, though we both silently knew that that wasn't what was bothering me.

"Yeah. Okay." I said, denying any comment thinking otherwise in my head.

We went through dinner and watched a movie making useless small talk. He and I knew both knew something had to change.

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" Edward asked suddenly. I looked at him. He was dying to make me feel happy again, so much that he was digging into his romance bag. I shook my head. "Nah, you go alone. I'll take one in the morning." I replied quickly, looking away. He simply nodded and I could swear I saw a small bit of misery flash over his eyes but it was quickly replaced by an empty glance towards me.

I began thinking about times we fought, and times when he slightly broke his perfect masked expression. It killed me to see how rigid and icy he always looked, when really it could be a real expression. I'd never seen or heard him cry ever in his life. Not when his aunt died, or his grandparents. Not even in his sleep. I kind of wished that I could change him into something else.

As I was lying down on our bed, I was completely unaware that Edward had been sitting next to me the entire time. I was awakened out of my stupor from Edward's hand running down my back. I felt rigid myself in that moment. I didn't want him to know that I was thinking something like that, or I would start a fight.

"Bella? Are you all right, love? You seem tense."

"I'm not tense." I retorted. He ran his hand down my back again, massaging it this time. I let out a long sigh. Dang it, now he knows.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? Is there something you want to discuss? Edward asked, sweeping my hair back.

"No, its fine… I'm just thinking." I said lamely, hoping that would turn him off. Nope, it didn't go that way… not ever.

"Sweetheart, please… just tell me what's on your mind." Edward complained, faking annoyance. I knew, because I turned around to face him, he was smiling, but it didn't meet his eyes. He really wanted to know, but it wasn't going to come out of me even if he pried.

"Nah, I'm good." I said, tapping the tip of his nose. He growled. He hated when I did that. "But really. I'm fine, Edward, okay?" I said, annoyed that he kept pestering me.

"Well, if you say so." Edward answered, leaning in to kiss me sweetly. It lasted for about 10 seconds before he stopped and fell down against the pillows. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on his chest.