Later

I remembered it exactly. Everything about him, and his voice was something I never forgot, but when I turned around it wasn't the young boy next to me, it was a man, but a man so beautiful I could have sworn he was my Edward.

"Hey, do I know you?" I shouted timidly to him. I knew it was Edward. Somehow, someway God had brought my Edward back to me.

"Excuse me, miss, but I am afraid we haven't had the pleasure."

The connection was instantly changed. This was my Edward at some level, but Edward did not have a British accent, and at that moment I knew Edward was still dead. This man, however, was still attractive, and I could even pretend he was my Edward if I tried hard enough.

"I feel as though I have met you before though. Perhaps in a previous life?" He asked seriously as if that could be possible.

"Maybe" I replied dismissively.

"I am sorry to have bothered you," I said as I turned to leave.

He grabbed my arm though and sparks flew through it right to my core. He jerked his hand back as if he had felt it too.

I do know you. My heart was screaming at me. It apparently hadn't gotten the message.

"Would you like to share a drink?" I was beginning to like the accent.

"Can I get a name first?" I asked, simply curious now.

"Edward Cullen." I fainted.

September 14, 2010

I woke up not knowing where I was. I had a hangover, which confused me because I never got hangovers. I tried to remember my night and realized it had been my birthday. I remembered getting drunk, a little bit of dancing, and then nothing. My mind was blank as if I had been drugged. Well, that would explain the crazy beautiful place I woke up, except not really at all.

As my head began to clear, and pound at the same time, I took in my surroundings for the first time. I was in a beautiful white room, in a white bed, with flowers one the bedside table. I, however, was not so beautiful. I smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol. I wanted to shower, but I still had no idea where I was. I was also dreading standing up because my headache was bad enough sitting down.

After another few minutes trying to take in my surroundings. I got up. I went searching through the hotel suite I found myself in. I found the remote and searched for the checkout channel. I found a name. It was a name I guess I had been searching for because when I saw it my entire night came flooding back to me. Every detail was etched into my brain for eternity, and all I wanted to do was find this Edward and talk to him so I could figure out the connection between these two Edwards.

I remember fainting, but I must have been unconscious until just now. Oh GOD! What does Edward think of me? He must think I am crazy by now. I mean where is he? Did he just leave me here to fend for myself?

"Good morning sleepy head." What a lovely voice.

"Hey, ummm, I am really sorry if you will just give me cab fair I can leave right now." I said hoping he didn't hate me or want to kill me, or something.

"Beautiful, I don't want you to leave. I want to talk to you. You are the first woman I have ever let sleep in my bed and I don't even know your name." I was really starting to like that accent.

"Well, umm, I guess we could hang out today if you wanted?" It came out as more of a question.

"I would love to." Please let me go home and shower and change. "I think we should just get you home so you can shower, then I am going to come pick you up and we are going to talk about your reaction to my name, and everything else about you."

He was getting a little cocky, but I was still drawn to him like a magnet. "Bella."

"Bella… what?"

"Oh, that's my name." Way to sound like a complete idiot, Bella, GOD!

"Now that is a beautiful name, but I am not going to faint. At least I don't think I will." He winked at me while saying this. Winked.

"Ok and your name is Edward… Cullen. Really? You sure? Could it be Edward something else?" I asked totally convinced that this Edward and the other were one in the same.

"You do not get to ask all the questions today. I want to learn about you before you run away form my crazy story." He had a hint of sadness in his voice. I knew not to push. My Edward had hated it when I pushed him when he was sad.

"Ok so off to my apartment right?"

"Yeah."

The car ride was five minutes of heaven. I think the car was the greatest car I had ever driven in. It was a silver Volvo, but everything about it was better than what was in any other car I had ever driven, but this is me we are talking about. I mean I am the owner of nice big red truck that has never seen better days.

When we arrived at my apartment, he scrunched up his nose. He turned to look at me and asked with all seriousness, "How can you live like this?" I was baffled because it actually looked clean to me, but then I remembered the hotel I had woken up in. It was immensely clean, even cleaner than it would have been if I had been staying there. Clearly he was a neat freak.

"You're staying in a fucking hotel for Christ's Sakes." I retorted because I had no brain filter that morning.

"Well I just moved here, but I would like to be able to see my floor from time to time. I also, do not have billions of beer bottles to pick up. I mean really did you have a party recently?" He asked as if there was no other explanation.

"No I just like to drink and sometimes get carried away. Plus, I almost never throw the bottles out for some reason." I tried to explain.

"You have a drinking problem?" He whispered as if saying it aloud would make it more real somehow.

"Not really, just sometimes, ummm, maybe?" I lost my confidence really quickly.

"Why?"

Did he figure it out? Did he realize I was mourning and simply never got over it?

"What do you mean why? People have drinking problems, sometimes its genetic, sometimes it is just bad luck." I was digging a hole for myself and I knew it.

"So for you was it genetics" – in air quotes – "or some bad luck?" – again with the air quotes.

"Well it doesn't run in my family…" I trailed off not knowing what to say.

"So something traumatic happened? You were beaten? Raped? Somebody hurt you?" he asked getting angrier with each word.

I waited thinking how to put this. "No. I was just broken by a boy. We were in love. He died. Gone forever." I felt the tears starting, but I stopped them. I let one go, but I held back the rest.

"Oh. I am so sorry. You want to talk about it?"

"Not now. You promised me a date right?"

"Yeah, go get ready."

AN: Please just let me know if you read this whether or not you liked it. I can take flames trust me.