So I'm trying something new this time. This is the first time I've EVER written in Edward's point of view. This is a really short chapter, and I'm sorry, but I have to write a small chapter with Edward and then write one for Bella and maybe Clare. I don't think this will be the only thing I write today, but school just started yesterday(I know, really really late)and we already have tons of homework. So don't be disappointed if this is the only update I make today. But I will be trying harder to write. Please review

Edward's POV

She's not dead. Well, technically she is, but she is still walking and breathing, even though there is no need for her to. I refuse to see Clare. I don't want to get myself caught up in her beauty, intelligence, or glowing smile. Bella is all I'd ever want and need. Clare was just an…infatuation. I didn't really love her. I couldn't have…but I did. But if I really loved her, I wouldn't have left her.

Seeing her in Esme's perfectly clear mind froze me where I had stood and made me believe I was forever and finally dead. Except, I couldn't be in Hell. Bella's beautiful face was being broadcasted throughout every male's mind in Forks High School. If I were in Hell, there would be no trace of my pure and innocent Bella.

Clare was also present in my mind. I could see her as clearly as if she was standing directly in front of me. I turned away from where I imagined her standing, only to find her standing there as well. It was not her. It was the picture of her in my mind. I couldn't run away from her. She was there and I couldn't walk away this time.

She was at the house. The one place I thought I could finally be free of the pounding memories of our previous lives together. I wanted to be rid of all of the times we sat in the secret park we had found and visited to share our hidden embraces. The memories meant nothing to me after fifty or so years, but when they all came flooding back, I couldn't control the emotions I thought I'd never feel again. That was when I met Bella.

She and Clare didn't look much alike, but they both gave off a warm feeling of comfort. I love Bella. That will never change. She is my life and she is the only thing that matters in my senseless world. Clare is…was just a girl who kept my heart warm while I was in a stage of human adolescence. She wasn't important. She was beautiful, and of course even more stunning now, but her beauty means nothing to me. Bella is the most beautiful girl that ever existed, inside and out. I wasn't sure about Clare, but I was sure about one thing. Bella was the one, and that's all I needed to know.

Clare was once mine, and I swear on Bella's beating heart, will never be again.