Summary: After Bella's bad break up she thinks suicide is the only way out. Then Edward comes into her life and pulls her away from the edge. Literally. He becomes her rock by always being there. But is Bella really able to love again? AH AU (OOC on Rosalie's part. She likes Bella in my story)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters only the story.

Playlist Song for this chapter: Eva by Nightwish

Chapter Two: Step Away From The Ledge

BPOV

I gasped and whirled around to be met with troubled emerald green eyes. The man in front of me. had messy reddish-brown hair and a pale complexion. His expression was filled with so much emotion it almost hurt to look at. I wonder what caused him so much grief. He stared intensely into my eyes and whispered, "Don't."

"Don't do this," He said again. "I don't know what you're going through, but this is definitely not the way to deal with it." he said while gripping my hand tighter.

I just stared at him blankly, to stunned to respond. How had I not seen him earlier? I did check to make sure no one was around to see what I was doing.

When he could see that I wasn't going to respond he continued "Give me your other hand. Come on, I know you don't want to jump, I can see it in your eyes. So, give me your hand." He said in a shaky voice, not certain if I would listen to him or not. He held out his free hand for me to grab hold of. Slowly and carefully, I let go of the bar with my hand and turned a little so that I was facing him and gently placed my small hand into his large outstretched one.

Now that he had a steady grip on both of my hands, he gently pulled me towards him and away from the ledge I was standing on. I stepped down and was now standing right in front of him. Now that I was at the same level as him I could see just how tall he really was. He was at defiantly over a foot taller then me, towering over my small frame. He was maybe six foot three or four.

I looked up into his eyes and found him staring right back into mine.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it?" he said with a faint, yet sad smile on his face. "I'm Edward, by the way. Edward Cullen."

"Isabella Swan. But, please, just call me Bella." I tried to return the smile but I think it came out more as a grimace.

"Well, Bella," He said cautiously, obviously trying not to upset me. "would you care to join me for coffee?" He asked, seeming hopeful.

"Umm… c-coffee would be good." I stammered. Is this guy insane? Did he not just see what I tried to do? Why on earth would he want to spend his morning with me anyways? Then a thought crossed my mind. "Are there any places opened this early?"

"Well, maybe we could walk around on the boardwalk and talk for a while first." He compromised. Then as an after thought added, "If you want to, of course."

"Sure." I mumbled quietly. I still felt quite ashamed of what he caught me doing. It was embarrassing to say the least.

He let go of my hands and we started walking back to the board walk. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the warmth of his hands. He walked close to me but we weren't touching. Surprisingly, the silence between us wasn't awkward.

Edward was the first to talk.

"So, what's your favorite color?" he asked playfully.

I had to laugh at that. It sounded shaky and breathless, but if he was going to make and effort at keeping things light then so would I.

"It changes from day to day." I stated honestly.

"Well, what is it today?"

"Um, emerald." I answered thinking about his beautiful eyes.

"Why emerald?" Edward questioned. I felt myself blush when I thought about telling him the truth. How would I tell him that emerald is my favorite color because of him eyes? "Why are you blushing, Bella?"

"I'm not blushing." I lied. "And my favorite color is emerald because I like the Emerald City in The Wizard of Oz?" I scolded myself in my head as the second lie came out more as a question.

"Uh huh." Edward said, disbelievingly but, to my relief, not pressing the subject.

"What's your favorite color, might I ask?" I said trying to get his focus off of me.

"Brown." he answered quickly.

I scoffed. "Why brown? It's so boring and dull."

"On the contrary, I think brown is a lovely color." he stated.

I looked up at him and could have sworn I saw a faint pink shade on the cheeks. But it could just be my imagination playing tricks on me.

We wandered down the bridge and back to the boardwalk asking whatever questions came to mind. Edward was a friendly person to be around. He made me feel comfortable and welcome in his presence. Not once did we have and awkward silence. Which, considering the circumstances, was quite odd. He asked about my family, my friends, if I was a local or tourist, what my hobbies were, if I liked spending time at the beach, basic stuff. By the time we stopped walking I had no idea where we were. It looked like an apartment building--an expensive one.

"This is my building. Wait right here, I'll go get my car out of the lot. Then we can go into town to get that coffee we agreed on." Edward said, flashing me a crooked smile.

"Okay." I answered lamely.

He jogged off into the parking lot. While he was gone it gave me time to think. I thought back at what I had just done. What is wrong with me? I almost jumped off of a bridge, and for what? Jake? There was always a part of me who knew we weren't right for each other. So why did it hurt so much? Because he still betrayed me by being with that girl. That makes me think about how long have they been together? The seem to have known each other pretty well. How long has he been lying to me? I have to stop thinking about Jake if I ever want to get over him. And believe me, I want to get over him. I hate loving someone when the feelings aren't mutual.

While I was thinking, a silver Volvo pulled up next to me. It was still somewhat dark out so I couldn't see who was inside. The drivers side door opened up and out stepped a handsome angel. He caught me staring and smiled crookedly while I looked down blushing. He led me over to the passenger side and opened my door. He waited patiently for me to get in then shut my door for me. That small act of kindness struck me hard. Jake had never opened my door for me, and yet Edward whom I only met recently was a perfect gentleman.

While I was buckling myself in, Edward climbed into the drivers side. He looked over at me, smiled, then put the key in the transition and started the engine. We drove into town in a comfortable silence. It was a very short drive, and by the time we got there Starbucks was open. He came around to my side of the car to open my door before I could take my seat belt off. Edward offered me his hand--that I gladly took--and let me over to the front doors.

"Good morning! Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get for you?" A peppy girl around sixteen asked us as soon as we came through the door.

Edward turned to me. "Go ahead, Bella. Get whatever you want."

I turned to Miss. Pep. "A Swiss Mocha, please."

"Make that Two." Edward said from behind me. I started to reach into my pocket for money what Edwards hand shot out to stop me. I looked up at him confused. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I've got it."

"N--" I started to protest, but he put a finger to my lips and shook his head. When Edward removed his finger I immediately missed the warmth. He started digging for the money, and I turned back to the casher. She looked between Edward and I a couple times then looked back and me, smiled and flashed me a thumbs up. I bit my lip to keep my giggle inside, while shaking my head.

When Edward finished paying we took our coffees and he let me to a small table by the window. "So, Bella, I was thinking that once we're done I could drive you back to your car. Does that sound good?" He asked as we sat down with our coffees.

"Sounds like a plan." Then I started thinking. What on earth am I going to do after he takes me back to my truck? Go back to the apartment? No. I couldn't face Jake if he was there. I guess I'll have to find a hotel somewhere close by to stay at until I find a new apartment. I'll still have to go back sometime today to collect my things. I don't have any extra clothes, not even a tooth brush. I let out a sigh.

"You okay?" Edward said slowly.

I nodded my head yes. Though I was definitely not okay. And Edward seemed to know that too.

"Come on, Bella, I know something is wrong. You can trust me." he persuaded. And in a way I knew I could. For some reason, I knew I was able to trust Edward. He was easily becoming my friend.

"It's nothing really, I just have to search for a hotel. That's all." I murmured.

"Hotel? I thought you said you were a local?" He asked, confused.

Great, now I have to explain. "I am a local. It's just that I'm not welcome at my current apartment. Bad break up."

His eyes got wide as recognition crossed his face. "O-oh… is that the reason…" he trailed of suggestively. I knew what he was talking about. He wanted to know if that was the reason I was on the bridge. I looked down at the table ashamed, nodding miserably. Thankfully he didn't press on the subject.

"Well, there's a great hotel not too far from here. It has a beach front. it's a really relaxing place. I used to stay there all of the time before I moved up here from Chicago." Edward told me, some what resembling a TV ad.

"Thanks, I'll defiantly will check it out." I smiled at him gratefully. I was really thankful for his suggestion. Over the last hour or so Edward had learned so much about me. I decided to use this time to question him. "So, Edward, where is it that you work? Or are you still in college?" he didn't look like a college student, but I thought I would ask anyways.

"No I'm not in college anymore. I work as an ER doctor at Cheboygan Memorial Hospital. Today is my day off." he stated.

"Oh, gosh, I didn't realize you were spending your day off with me. I'm so sorry. You can go if you want." I felt so bad about taking his day off away from him, even if it was only six thirty. He probably has a girlfriend to get back to.

He stared at me with a hurt look in his eyes. I wasn't quite sure why but I felt a tug on my heart seeing him look like that. "Do you want me to go?"

"No, no. Gosh, no. I just though maybe you would want to spend your time with someone else." I said, my voice growing quiet at the end.

To my surprise, he chuckled. "Bella I wouldn't want to spent time with anyone else. Your already proving to be the most interesting person I know. Your not like most girls."

I blushed as he smiled crookedly.

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