Some minor changes. I've given up the italics for the flashbacks, it was too irritating to look at that much slanted print. I'm hoping this way is better, if not then let me know.

I'm thinking I need a beta, anyone know how to go about getting one?

I don't own Twilight.

Chapter 2

Present Day

Edward watched as the train pulled away, carrying Bella with it. He stood until he couldn't see the train anymore, then sat down on a bench, running his hands through his hair.

"God damn it." He muttered to himself, wondering exactly why he had just let Bella walk out of his life. Was he really never going to wake up next to her again? Never see the sleepy smile when he whispered "Morning, I love you" into her ear? There were so many good memories. They'd been so happy until the turning point when their once blissful existence became something else. That one event they'd tried to forget though it was impossible. The event which had all but erased what was good in their lives. He'd felt so helpless as he watched Bella sink into a place he couldn't reach into. All he'd ever wanted was her happiness. Instead he'd indirectly been the cause of her greatest tragedy.

The pain became too much, and he closed his eyes to escape by remembering a better time.

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Bella: Age 21

Edward: Age 22

"So, I know you play the piano. Is music your major?" Bella asked. They were seated at an Italian restaurant. A casual place that many college students liked to frequent. It was their first date. Edward was pleased and somewhat surprised that he felt comfortable with her right away.

"No, I'm actually an economics major. My father owns his own business. I helped him out and became interested in the mechanics of it so I decided to study it. I sneak into the music rooms to play. It helps me relax."

"You play beautifully. I love to hear piano." Bella said as she absently played with lock of her hair, making Edward wonder how it would feel to run his hands through it.

"I'll play again for you sometime. But what about you? What are you studying?" He wanted to know more about her.

"English. I love to read, so I figured might as well make it into a career and maybe teach it at high school later on."

"Do you have a favourite book?"

"Um, I really like Wuthering Heights, do you know it?"

"Actually I do. I had to read it for a compulsory English course. I thought it was a bit of a depressing story. I mean, it's basically about two people who ruin each others' lives isn't it?"

Bella laughed. "Yeah, but I like pathos. I always wonder how it would've been if Heathcliff had been able to save Cathy somehow. Crazy as he is," She paused. "But you side-tracked me, I was going to ask if Emmett was in business with you too?"

"Emmett? No. He's always been athletic, which led to injuries. One bad one needed him to see a physiotherapist to help his leg. It got him interested in it, so he studied it and works with a lot of injured athletes."

"I liked him. He seems like a nice guy."

"Yeah Emmett's great. His chief amusement in life is busting my ass," Edward rolled his eyes, making Bella giggle. "Are you from Seattle?"

"No. I grew up in Forks with my dad. He's the police chief there. My mother died when I was just a baby."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I don't remember her. Dad misses her still I think. He never remarried so it was just the two of us growing up," She smiled. "He taught me a lot of things a girl might not otherwise know. Changing oil, how to bait a fishing line, how to clean a fish, how to play football, which is difficult when you have no athletic skills," She wrinkled her nose. "He tried to teach me to handle a gun, but I never could bring myself to even touch it."

Everything she said only piqued Edward's interest more. She was intriguing, even the way she moved her hands as she spoke fascinated him. He could've listened and watched her talk all evening.

"Enough about me. Tell me about your family." Bella looked at him expectantly.

"Well, there's my father, mother, Emmett and me. You already know about Emmett and my father. My mother is a curator for an art museum downtown. My childhood was pretty standard. School, some sports, occasional family trips. Once we started college, Em and I decided to move out." Bella hadn't asked, so Edward didn't mention what his father's business was or the relatively affluent manner in which he'd grown up. He'd found it tended to either make people uncomfortable or overly interested, and he wanted Bella to get to know him without being influenced by other factors.

"Oh, so you live with Emmett. I live with my best friend, Alice. She's great but a little obsessed with shopping. The worst is when she tries to combine me and shopping together."

"You don't like to shop? I thought all girls lived for it."

"Not with Alice. Once she gets going there's no stopping her. Literally, I need a day to recover from it." She sighed so pathetically Edward laughed.

"How long have you known Alice?"

"Since junior high school. She bounced in, announced she liked me, and that we were going to be great friends. Turns out she was right. She's the one who wanted to come here for university and pestered me to come with her." Impulsively, Edward reached out for Bella's hand, which was resting on the table. She stretched out towards him as he clasped her fingers with his own. He looked at down at her small hand engulfed by his larger one. A perfect fit.

"I'm glad you did." Edward said. Bella's face broke out into a smile.

"So am I."

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Present Day

The horn of an incoming train blared. Edward kept his eyes closed, unwilling to come out of his memories. He remembered their first kiss, later that evening, at the door of Bella's apartment building. She'd felt so right in his arms. Like she'd been made for him. The feel of her mouth moving under his had ignited a hunger that almost frightened him. They'd been nearly inseparable from then on. She became necessary to him, someone he knew he didn't want to live without. Edward couldn't recall the last time he'd held her like that. After everything changed, he had been hesitant to touch her, and she didn't seem to want contact.

Edward twisted the wedding band that still circled his left ring finger. Within a year, he wouldn't need to wear it. She wouldn't be his wife anymore. She wouldn't be his Bella, and eventually, she'd find someone else. His jaw clenched, he knew how men looked at her even if she didn't. She was too lovely to be left alone for long. Edward stared at his ring, his mind in turmoil. As the final whistle sounded, he rose to board the train. His mouth set into a determined line.

He couldn't let her go.

A/N: I changed an unbelievable amount of things in this chapter. It's not at all how I planned it to be but I hope it was alright. I don't feel like it gelled as well for me as the first chapter did. I wanted to show things from Edward's POV a bit.

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