Authors Note:

Okay, Finally Chapter 2! Hahaha. Real life is a bitch, isn't it? Review Please!

Songs: Crazy—Gnarls Barkley, Coming Home—The 88, Where'd You Go?—Fort Minor, Kiss Me Thru the Phone—Soulja Boy

Edward POV

As soon as the light shot through the room I was back. Back wherever back was. All I know is that it is away from her. Away from the reason I can't seem to move on.

But the truth is why would I want to move on? I knew if I did I might never see her again. I couldn't live without her.

Well, if were being technical…I can't be dead without her either.

I looked down at my hands, flexing and un-flexing them. They seemed tangible. I could put my hand on my chest without it going through my body.

Last night I could touch her and hold her like I had when I was alive. I could fell the heat beneath her skin. She was soft and delicate, just like I remember her.

That night was the first time she ever acknowledged me back when I was near her. It was like some barrier was broken. She knew I was there—she felt me, and we talked just like we had always.

I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against my face. Contemplating again why this had to happen. What did we do that our happiness had to be taken away.

I ran my hands down my face and opened my eyes slowly. I was greeted by the sunlight and was sitting on the leather chair that has been in Bella's and my apartment since we moved in.

This is where I always ended up. Right here in this chair in the family room. I don't know why it was this chair. Why couldn't it be the bed, or the couch?

But everyday, this was where I started. I left wherever I was before and was placed here.

"Why?" I whispered in a strangled voice. I would never understand.

There was no reason for me to be whispering, I could yell and scream at the top of my lungs and no one would hear. I know this because I'd tried.

When I first found out I was dead I spent hours at a time screaming and cursing. Then when I ended up in this room, on this chair, and I saw Bella walking through the apartment with tears streaming down her face, I cried.

I cried because I knew I was doing this to her—I was putting her through this pain, and I never wanted to see her cry.

Then when I found out that she couldn't feel me when I was near her—I threw stuff. I picked up lamps and tossed them, at one point I even knocked the television over. However, once I threw it the object was back where it was suppose to be.

It drove me crazy. I've been living in this limbo for the last two years, stuck in the same rut I had been in since I died. But last night something happened—something was changing.

I could feel it, the atmosphere was different—I felt hope but at the same time I felt despair.

I was getting closer to her, but at what cost? I was dead, she was still living, and I would do everything in my power to keep it that way.

I turned my head and looked at the clock that sat besides me. It blinked 2 o'clock. Bella has been at work for 2 hours already.

I left the apartment and walked towards her office. I did this everyday, I always liked to know where she was and know that she was safe.

The only way I could know this is if I followed her myself. That was the first promise I made to myself in this new life. Although I couldn't protect her physically, which killed me, I would watch over her.

When I told her last night that I was always with her it was the truth.

As I walked through the bustling streets of New York city many bodies passed through me as if I was nothing but air. Completely ignorant to the fact that they had just walked through a ghost.

I chuckled to myself. I always thought it was weird thinking of myself as a ghost—especially since I always believed that ghosts weren't real.

But here I was—dead, and walking the streets o New York to my Bella.

I was almost to the front door of Bella's building when I bumped into someone. A man, in his thirties I'm assuming, with a determined look in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he said after our little collision.

I froze, I was too stunned to say anything. How could he have touched me? I was dead, how did we bump into each other?

I blinked and shook my head, and tried to call after him. "Wait, how…what…how did you feel me?"

But he was walking too fast. As he crossed the street he called over his shoulder to me. "I'm sorry, I can't talk now, I have somewhere I need to be."

What the hell just happened? "I'm going crazy." I mumbled to myself.

I opened the door to her building and practically sprinted through the halls. I carefully maneuvered my way around the people walking around, trying my best not to touch them; still freaked about my previous encounter.

I reached the door of her office and just stood there with my hand on the knob. I could hear her frustrated voice through the door and knew that only one person at work could make her use that tone; Mike was paying her a little visit.

I threw open the door and it crashed against the wall leaving a knob sized hole in it, but of course no one noticed, and when I looked back at the door it was as if nothing had happened.

Bella and Mike were staring at each other—well, Mike was gazing at her longingly and Bella looked like she was about to punch him, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

I loved Bella when she would get like this—her eyes scrunched up and her face that beautiful shade of red. It was times like these that I knew she could protect herself from the advances of other men.

However, I still liked to be there so they would keep their eyes off of her. She's mine. Well, she was mine…no she still is mine; just not in that sense. She will always be the only woman I love—but she will move on and marry someone else, live a happy life and have beautiful children.

Thinking of this is what hurts the most—we will never have that. Even though we came so close.

Their bantering brought me out of my inner turmoil—thankfully.

Bella's voice cut through the air…

Bella's POV

"Get your hands off me…" I said through gritted teeth as Mike kept his strong hold on my arm.

"Bella, won't you hear me out, this is for your career."

I rolled my eyes at that statement. I had heard it too many times since I came to work here. 'Just one dinner, it's for your career.'

Yeah, sure, Mike. The last time I fell for that it was just you and me having a romantic dinner overlooking the city.

When would he get the idea that I did not like him.

"Mike, I am sorry…but you know how I feel about you." I was trying my best to remain calm, because no matter how many times I wish he wasn't, Mike was my boss, and I couldn't afford to loose this job.

"But why Bella?" His grip tightened on my arm. "You don't know if we won't work unless we try!"

"No, Mike! Now please let go of me!" I ripped my arm back violently, making him loose his balance in the process.

"Listen to me Michael…you are my boss and I will remain cordial to you…but I will not, I repeat, will not tolerate this anymore. Or I will be forced to call your boss and accuse you of sexual harassment."

His face paled as those words came out of my mouth—he knew he wouldn't win that battle. "Bella…please…I…" he couldn't seem to get the words out of his mouth.

"Please leave Mike, I have work to do…work you assigned and I would like to get it done so I can leave at a descent time."

He had gained back most of his dignity by this time—at least the little bit of dignity that he had to begin with. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat, "Yes, of course…you've been doing a great job…keep it up."

He turned his back and I heard him sigh as he walked out through my door.

I pinched the bridge of my nose—he was going to kill me, I get a migraine every time I talk to him.

I popped open a bottle of aspirin and poured some into my hand. Hmm, I wondered to myself, should I take two or three…

Three definitely three, I could tell this was going to be a tough day, I would need all the help I could get.

"Mmm, extra strength…just what I need…you guys are so great." I must be going crazy, I was talking to aspirin tablets.

I heard a faint noise ghost through the room after I said those words and I bolted upright.

It was so soft that I couldn't be sure what it was—but I was positive it sounded like someone laughing. But no one could hear me in my office—could they? And I had practically whispered it.

My breathing picked up as my head whipped around, searching the room for any unwanted intruders.

I could only look around expecting to see someone so many times—I mean my office was quite small, its not like anyone could be hiding in here.

I slumped back down into my chair and put my hand over my face, and shook my head.

I knew no one was in my room—of course there wasn't anyone. But…but it all went back to that dream I had last night. Edward.

I sighed; my eyes burning with unshed tears.

There was a small part of me that wished it was him—well an extremely large part of me wished it was him, but that small part of me hoped that even though I knew he was gone that he was in here with me.

Last night had seemed so real, and he said that he was always with me. I wondered if he was here with me right now.

Was he watching me? Secretly keeping an eye on me—that would be such an Edward thing to do, I giggled at the possibility of him trying to protect me from people like Mike even in death.

I decided that I needed to stop thinking of that dream. It was too painful.

So I began to spin around in circles in my chair—childish yes, but it always made me feel better.

The sensation of speeding up as you went round and everything around you being a blur, I just loved it. I loved that I couldn't control what would happen if I just let go and spun.

I was laughing to myself about five minutes into it—when I finally finished spinning I felt a small smile grow on my lips.

Edward used to spin me in this chair, he had me laughing until my sides killed, and he used to spin me so fast that I was afraid I would fly off of it—but I always knew he would catch me no matter what happened.

I was brought out of my trip down memory lane by a beeping on my office phone—signaling a call.

I pressed down on the button and answered the phone, "Hello."

"Hello Ms. Swan," my assistants voice rang through the receiver. "I have a call waiting for you on line one, it's Alice."

I let a soft chuckle escape through my lips when I found out who was calling, I should have know…Alice makes it a point to call me at work everyday, claiming that I 'need a break from working every few hours'.

"Alright, put her through."

"Yes, Ms."

"Baby u kno that I miss u, I wanna get wit chu, Tonight but I can't, Baby girl and that's the issue,Girl u kno I miss u, I just wanna kiss u, But I can't rite now so baby

Kiss me through the phone…"

I burst out laughing at the song she was singing…she would be singing a Soulja Boy song.

I cut her off before she could start the next verse. "Please Alice, spare me, I quite like being able to hear."

"Haha, Bella, you're so funny."

I smiled at her sarcastic remark. "You're right, I am really funny."

"Shut up, I happen to know that you secretly love this song."

"Oh, and how would you know that?'

"Hmm, well I might be at your apartment right now…on your iTunes…"

"Oh my god Alice! Please tell me you aren't…" I groaned, knowing that she had proof.

"Well Bella, you did give me that spare key, and I thought I would be a nice friend and cook you dinner and maybe watch a movie when you got home from work, and your computer was just open so I…"

"You're abusing your key…it is a sacred key and shouldn't be taken advantage of like that." I said in a monotone voice, knowing what was coming next.

"Me and my key wanted you to know that you've listened to that song 59 times so HA! You love it!" I could practically see her victorious smile.

"Fine, you caught me…that songs addicting. I can't help but rap along." I sighed, it was my guilty pleasure…everyone had to have a little place in their heart for rap.

Alice was laughing on the other end. "I'm glad you finally came out of the rap closet…anyway, is spaghetti okay for dinner?"

"Yeah, it's fine…Thanks Alice."

"No problem, that's what best friends are for. Talk to you later."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone and rested my head down on my arms. Then I groaned…great now I had that goddamn song stuck in my head. So horrible…but so good.

Six o'clock…finally, I needed to get out of this office.

I turned off my computer and organized my papers into a neat pile on my desk.

I stood up and walked over to the window to close the blinds, but I was entranced by the outside world to close them.

My office had an amazing view of the city—I could see everything. Right now the sun was setting and New York was coated in orange, and all the lights in the other buildings were on.

It looked liked one of those post cards that you would buy after visiting New York—it was like the city was on fire.

That's what I loved about New York. How all the way up here everything below looked peaceful.

I sighed and laid my forehead against the window. Why could everything look so peaceful when I felt like a train wreck?

"Will I ever be fully happy again?" I sobbed. I don't know how much longer I could take this…would I ever move on? What if I didn't want to?

"Why? I miss you so much…" I gasped out.

I hadn't cried like this since a few months after it happened, I thought I was fine, I guess I wasn't.

"Please…please come back…I need you," I could barley see due to the tears pouring out of my eyes. "Please," I whispered one last time.

Then I felt something, a tingling sensation across both my arms, and then it encased me.

I felt like I was having an asthma attack. It felt like him but it couldn't be…I knew this. Why couldn't my mind leave me alone?

But I eventually broke and didn't fight it…I let this feeling that he was here smother me. And for those twenty minutes of staring out the window, I felt whole.

I felt the last tear fall down my cheek, and I knew I had gotten it out, at least for now. I wiped my face, and closed the blinds—shutting out the outside world.

I picked up my bag and walked to the door—I hesitated for a second, my hand on the knob.

Without looking out I whispered the words, "I love you Edward." Then I ripped the door open and let it slam shut behind me.

But I swore I heard the words 'I love you too,' faintly as I left.

Authors Note:

So, it's a little longer than the first chapter…and I will try and keep them semi long for you all.

I hop you liked it and please review! It really helps motivate me and when I don't get reviews I wonder if I should even write the story, so if you like it review! And maybe you'll get a present. Lol.