I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for all your help, Sherry (Banshee69).

*Sequel to 'My Lucky Charm'.

POV- Edward

A/N: This chapter got a bit wordy & there wasn't any place I could break it. I hope you all don't mind?

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It's been five weeks since Bella left and I don't know if things will ever be normal again? She came into my life and turned it upside down, but I wouldn't trade those six months I shared with her for anything.

I went back to work after the third day, but they sent me home when they saw the condition I was in. I just couldn't stand being here in the house by myself. It was too quiet.

I managed to go back to work after moping around the house for the rest of the week.

I go to work for eight hours each day, to a job I can't stand. It was difficult before, but now it's all I can do to tolerate walking through those doors.

Having to see Phil every day he's there isn't easy. He's tried to stay neutral in the whole situation, but I can tell it has put a strain on our working relationship at the office.

I can't say I blame him. I am the reason his wife lost her daughter for the second time. I now have that guilt on me.

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My mind drifts back to the day Renee found out about Bella. She had stopped by the house to see if Bella wanted to go out to lunch with her. Bella had been gone for ten days by then, and I hadn't told anyone yet. I just sat around wearing my pajamas, not caring how I looked.

I hadn't cleaned the house, washed the dishes, and I barely showered myself. I basically just sat around doing nothing, aside to watching mindless TV.

When the doorbell rang, I just sat there. There was no one I wanted to see or talk to except Bella, and I knew she wasn't coming back.

They rang the bell again, and followed-up with a knock on the door. I figured it was a salesperson, so I got up to tell them to fuck off.

When I swung the door open, I began my speech. "Listen, buddy, I don't know what you're selling-"

She jumped and clutched at her chest. "Oh, my… Edward, you startled me."

"I'm sorry, Renee, I didn't mean to frighten you. I thought you might have been a salesperson." I explained.

She waves me off. "No worries," she eyes me then, looking a little worried. "Are you sick? You don't look very well."

"Uh, no," I hesitated. "I'm not sick," I say while rubbing my forehead.

"What's wrong? Is it Bella? Is she sick?" she questions me, trying to look around me into the house.

I want to invite her in, but I'm kind of embarrassed of the condition I have allowed the house to get in. She steps around me and enters the house. I step aside and motion for her to enter, rolling my eyes as I shut the door.

I scratch my beard that has grew in over the last ten days and contemplate how to tell Renee, Bella's gone?

"You two had an argument." I almost want to laugh at her statement. If only it were that fucking simple?

I shake my head. "No… we didn't have an argument," I tell her, aggravated by the whole situation.

"Well, why are you looking like a hobo? Where's my daughter? Phil and I went out of town for a few days, I told Bella I'd stop by to take her to lunch when we got back." She's starting to get frustrated with me. I just don't know how to break the news to her?

"I didn't know you were back? Did you have a nice time? Where was it you went?"

She gave me a sharp look. "Don't try changing the subject, Edward. Where is my daughter?" She turns toward the living room and walks down the hallway. I trudge after her.

"Bella, Bella, are you here?" She calls out.

I walk up to her and place my hand on her shoulder. She turns around and gasps when she sees the look on my face. "What happened?" She whispers as tears started to moisten her eyes.

I shake my head, feeling defeated. "I'm sorry, Renee."

She furrows her brow. "Sorry? For what?"

I rub my eyes harshly because I can feel the tingles of another round of tears coming.

I'm so fed up with crying.

"I didn't know? I- I just wanted her to be happy." I explain, feeling overcome with emotions.

"What did you do, Edward?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"I- I released her," I managed to stutter out. "I set her free. She went home, back to Forkchaun." I sniffle, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

She stood there gaping at me. "Why would you do that!?" She screamed at me.

I flinched because I'm not used to women screaming at me. "She said it wasn't home for her." I shrug. "I figured she'd be happier if she was home, in Forkchaun."

"You don't know what you've done? She'll never be happy without you, Edward. You're her soulmate." The tone of her voice sounded so defeated.

I just stood there, looking out at the sunny day.

"Did she explain the bonding? That once a leprechaun is bound to someone, it can be broken, but the bond is for life?"

I nod my head furiously. "Yes, she did, but only after I released her," I stated almost frantically.

She looks at me sympathetically. "You were supposed to be informed of it all. She should have told you all of it?" It's as if the last part was her thinking aloud.

"It was kind of a last minute decision for me to do it. Maybe she had planned on telling me, but never got the chance? When she did tell me… it was too late." I sigh, feeling guilty more than ever.

"How could you have known? You thought you were doing the right thing. She's young and inexperienced, too. I never got the chance to talk to her about… things." She breaks down crying.

I place my arm around her, trying to comfort her. "I'm sorry," I say lamely.

She rubs her snotty nose on the sleeve of my shirt and I try to hide the grimace on my face. I guess I deserved that.

"Thank you."

I gave her a polite, but weak smile. "No problem."

"I have to be honest with you Edward."

I look at her slightly confused. "Okay?"

"You will be able to find… pleasure with other women," I felt my face heating up. "Bella can be with another man if she chooses to be," hearing her say that made me feel sick, "but since you are bound to each other, even though it's broken, you won't be able to fall in love with anyone else."

I run my fingers through my hair. "I don't want anyone else. I love Bella and if I can't be with her-" I stop because I can't imagine never being able to be with her again.

She crosses her arms as she observed me. "You love her?"

I nod my head, answering her silently.

"If you loved her, why did you release her?"

I threw my hands up in exasperation. "I told you, I thought she wasn't happy here. All I wanted was her to be happy and if sending her home would do that? Well, that's what I did."

"She just needed time to adjust, Edward."

"Time? She had been here six months." I tell her incredulously.

"Six months?" She scoffs. "It took me a year before I felt comfortable enough to kiss Phil. Tell me, Edward, did Bella kiss you?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "I don't think that's any of your business."

She smirked. "I just got my answer. This was a whole new world to her, new experiences. She found her long lost mother, but lost her father in the process. She needed time, and you just threw her away."

I clenched my jaw tightly and was biting my tongue. I kept telling myself, this is Bella's mom, but there's one thing I knew for sure. She was partially right.

Bella was new to this world and probably was scared of all it brought with it, but I did not just throw her away.

"Renee, I know you're upset about Bella and I'm sorry, but I want you to understand this." I stopped to take a deep breath. "I care deeply for Bella. I'd never intentionally hurt her or anyone that she cares about, including you. What you said… I didn't throw Bella away. I'd go to the ends of the earth for her," I shake my head. "I love her, Renee."

She wipes the tears off her cheeks. "Do you mean it? Would you go to the ends of the earth for her?"

"Without a doubt," I answer without hesitation.

She quirks a brow. "You might need to just do that if you want to be with your girl?"

"What? Tell me. "She then proceeded to tell me her idea.

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I just have to think it through. Do I try to go after Bella, or do I stay here and live out my life… wondering what might have been?

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A/N: I'm sorry about not responding to any of the reviews for the last chapter. FFN as many of you know, was down for several days. I couldn't see the reviews for days & when I finally could, I couldn't respond to them. Please know that I appreciate each & every single one of your reviews so much. I had a rough couple of days & when I was able to see the reviews, it made my day brighter. I truly do love receiving & reading every one of them. Thank you for being patient with me in my unpredictable posting schedule. I have several chronic health issues that affect me on a day to day basis. Having fibromyalgia, I often don't have the energy or concentration to write… so I am truly blessed that my readers are so understanding. Thank you!